I like a good gamble, so twice this week I've dined at Wasabi, the new sushi place in town.
That's right...sushi in the Midwest, a serious roll of the digestive dice.
But it came highly recommended from my friend Rebecca, chef and most trusted source on food. We went last week to begrudgingly mark her upcoming move from Wichita, and it was so delish that I returned with Anthony and the boys last night.
And what's not to love: quick, kind service, tasty food, unbeatable prices ($3.00 for a beautiful, crunchy, creamy veggie roll. Three dollars!), and...well, 18 hours later and still no food poisoning.
Jackpot!
See, I've read that Wichita ranks second (behind Dallas) in restaurants per capita, but it's all BBQ, fried chicken and Applebee's...a crappy food trifecta. So Wasabi, I thank you for bringing quality and a little culture to my city.
Also, thanks for letting us linger at the table while Roman learned to use chopsticks....
...then chopstick-ed himself right to sleep.
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