Mexico meets Japan

When I went home this weekend to visit my family, my mother was so happy to see me she said she’d take me out to eat anywhere I wanted to go. The first place that came to mind was Best1Sushi, a small japanese restaurant where I had spent many afternoons and a good amount of my summer earnings savoring what in my opinion was the best sushi ever made with my close friends.

My mom is as Mexican as can be and had never had sushi before but I encouraged her to try it, promising she wouldn’t be let down but secretly fearing that she would. I ordered the usual, shrimp tempura roll with no cucumber. She decided to have the same, my dad ordered a Mexican roll, and my sister a crab meat salad. When all of our orders came out, my mom brushed the chopsticks to the side, picked up a piece of her roll with her hands and ate it. To my pleasant surprise, she loved the sushi. She questioned why my dad’s roll was called the Mexican roll and he simply said, “Well, because it’s spicy, try it.” but it wasn’t spicy enough for her; disappointed, she went back to eating her own roll.

This time, she decided to try it not dipped in soy sauce, but in the “guacamole” that was on the side of our plate. Needless to say, the wasabi she mistook for guacamole turned out to be a little too spicy for her Mexican taste buds.