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| - Don't get me wrong. It's not that I need to be INSPIRED by sushi. I mean, one can't ask for a miracle every time he takes a knee. Sushi is, by its very nature, a refreshing and purifying experience, from the first comforting slurp of miso soup to the last palate-cleansing piece of pickled ginger. And it's not like a sushi establishment can fall THAT low, what with the potentially-fatal food poisoning and all. So am I OFFENDED by New Generation's utter lack of care, from the slapped-down food by the eye-contact-avoiding waitresses to the lowest-common-denominator rolls? Do I clutch my PEARLS at their half-hearted, unevenly chunked avocado-and-iceberg-lettuce avocado salad? Am I WEEPING over the sad strip of tuna, bulbous rice, and lazy dump of crunchy in my spicy tuna handroll?
No, friends. I'm just underwhelmed is all.
When I first moved to Toronto, a young naive lass, I came here because its claim to fame was that it was open after 1am. The fact that I can't remember the last time I was awake past 11:45pm leads me to believe I've outgrown it. Fortunately, there are about 12 other sushi restaurants in its two block radius in which to spread my wings and fly.
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