I came here with one of my "closest roaddogz" last Friday. Damn Parmatown. In high school you was the man Parmatown! The *bleep* happened to you?!
I didn't know if I was in an episode of Scooby Doo in an abandoned amusement park or a strip mall. Poor old Watami was pretty empty. There was a ton of food sitting out buffet style. Since I hate the idea of waste, I decided to pile as much sushi as I possibly could on my plate. When I eat sushi, I try not to think about what I am doing. I was "under the influence" once eating at Pacific East and got a vivid image of a dead fish in my mind's eye. It bugged me out. When I was at Watami, I didn't get any imagery bouncing through my skull, I just felt like, yeah, this tastes like a dead, raw fish.