San Francisco Thing #7:

On tape delay!

Just kiddin', I just didn't bring my computer home Saturday night.

Thing #7, which I have saved up all week to write, is: FOOD!

Before I came to San Francisco I had never eaten sushi. I had never really seriously considered the possibility of eating sushi. Sushi was, I dunno, a Japanese thing, right? Eating raw fish is just not something we do 'round here.

So said I.

And then, when I'd been here a couple of months, we got the chance to take a visiting professor to lunch (student lunches with visiting professors have provided several memorable experiences for me) and my older and more experienced program-mates made tracks directly for Ebisu, one of the best sushi restaurants in San Francisco.

So, I had sushi. Cuz, well, when in Rome. And it was OK, except the part where I was ambushed by the wasabi hiding underneath one of those little shrimpies.

And then! A couple of months later! We hosted the students interviewing for next year's admissions, and squired them up and down and feasted them upon fat things, including a trip to Hotei, which is Ebisu's sister restaurant, and ordered lots and lots and LOTS of sushi.

And a little light went off in my head, and I said..."SUSHI!"

I am dead sure I ate more than thirty pieces. Forty would not surprise me. I ate the little fried-egg sushi, and the unagi, and the tuna (yellow) and the tuna (pink) and the cucumber-avocado-and-crab-meat, and the spider roll with the crab legs sticking out, and it was SO DELICIOUS.

This is only one of many stories, in fact, so perhaps that will be this week's list: Stories about Food in San Francisco.