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50 Shades of Sushi
It's been over a year since Red Ember and I had our first encounter. It was love where you least expect it. It was fresh, and it was raw. (See what I did there?).
Red is the kind of place I foolishly drove past without consideration. Too consumed in my own world to notice, never even considering "what could be." That is, until one of my more, shall we say "experienced" friends suggested we meet up.
"Really? You think we would hit it off?" I asked her. "Isn't Red a little, you know... 'dirty?"
"I know Red's not much to look at, but once you've been inside her/him, Red's the only one who can satisfy you..."
It was true - Red wasn't much to look at. She/He didn't hang out with the other 'trendy' sushi joints down town, instead choosing to make her/his home on a lonely spot along 14th Ave. Red stands alone in a crowd of cars. Speeding toward their 9-5s, I'm not the only one who passed Red without noticing. If anyone took things a little slower, going by foot, they would see her/his beauty. Sadly, foot traffic is difficult to come by in Red's part of town.
Even if Red is open to having you, she/he can be very unapproachable. Red's Ember is by no means easy to experience. If you want to get inside Red, you need to go south, if you know what I mean... (Seriously, there's a divider. Head south on 14th Street. Red Ember is on the right.)
When you're close, just take a breath and slow down. Red's parking lot comes fast and is very tight. So tight you might not even fit. If that happens, just go a little further... You're very close. With the right moves (seriously, turn right) you might find the space to fit in Red's rear..
I sat down, nervous and excited. Encouraged by my friend who had been with Red Ember before and wanted to be with me for my first time. She guided me slowly and methodically through Red's menu. I slid my fingertip lightly along the text as Red's menu teased me with what I would soon put my lips around. - tempura...nigiri...sashimi.. Red knew what I liked. I slowly scanned his/her numbers and I checked Red's boxes in all the right places. I knew if I put my time in with Red at the beginning, Red would return the favour.
I'm lucky, you know... I'm a sushi cowboy who can't slow down. I loved Red, but that didn't stop me from leaving. Once I had Red I craved more and more. Some Unagi here, some Ebi there... I've been around. I've even gone "all-you-can-eat" just to taste some toro.
Red doesn't mind. Red's with many people every single night and always welcomes me back when I want it good.
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