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| - The other night, Kay and I did something...risky.
She didn't feel like cooking, so we decided to order in.
Fortunately there's the internet and the Pennysaver. In the Pennysaver, a local paper version of craigslist for those who don't know, we found a pamphlet menu for Sushi Three, yet another place I'd been meaning to try for many years.
"Kay, why don't we just order pizza? They probably don't even deliver here."
"But I. Want. Asian!!!" Besides, did you call them?"
"No."
"Well..."
So I called, and by God they did deliver to Beechview after all.
"But Kay, it's Japanese food. It may not hold up well."
"But what about that takeout from Pan Asia you had your parents get you for your birthday? You raved about that on Yelp."
My Baby Doll coulda been a lawyer.
Alas...
The shumai was rubbery and had flavor that was blubbery. Why?
The 4 pieces of sushi were a tad mushy and left me anything but gushy.
The chicken bulgogi was gravely soggy, and its lack of true essence of BBQ made me go "Eeew."
The Miso, in terms of taste, was a flat zero.
However, the salad with 1,000 Island dressing was a small blessing.
Kay had something called Shrimp Fantasy, and one bite confirmed for me that naming it such was heresy.
And I think that's all we had.
My Etrigan-styled antics aside, I'm not sure if our dinner would have been better had we chosen to dine-in at Sushi Three instead of having it delivered. Because of that, I might be willing to try them again. Emphasis on "might." We did finish everything we ordered, but none of what we had carried with it any sense of culinary flair. In that sense, this meal came off as generic Asian food. For example, the aforementioned bulgogi just seemed like it could have been any Americanized Asian chicken dish, one that came from a Reader's Digest recipe or the back of a box of rice.
Sushi Three? Not for me.
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