Webster, Where the Sushi is NOT worth getting

Monday night Rich and I decided to try the new local sushi place. I know I know, my brother would say that due to the lack of proximity to ocean water, it is impossible for the 'Cha to have suitable sushi, but he's really wrong. There are two good places downtown.. However, the proximity to our abode leaves it as a rare treat.

We live in Webster, a suburb complete with the motto "Where Life Is Worth Living", I kid you not. Don't make me get you a reference. We used to literally have to drive 20 minutes to get anywhere.. mall, good restaurants, my job, any normal nail place, etc... However, due to the odd surge in Websterians, the place is literally exploding with new McMansions, good shopping, and apparently ethnic restaurants.

Rich sent me the link from the local newspaper with the review of the new Webster sushi place and we were both excited. We decided to go that night before I got my hair and makeup done and slipped into my Elie Saab gown to watch the Golden Globes. (That's an ode to my mom. We used to call eachother before award shows and say things like, "I cant talk, the makeup lady's here.. or I'm wearing Valentino, how about you?")

So back to the subject of bad sushi... we ordered and spent the waiting time discussing how this would be our new regular weekly jaunt, sipping on a terribly flat diet soda.

And then the food came and disappointment cometh.

Dirty restaurant. Mediocre food. Annoying waitress. Bad Service. I was not at all impressed and even Rich who is less.. let's say... particular (code for opinionated) said it was mediocre.

The food critic for the 'Cha local paper has the worst taste in the entire universe. I kid you not she has never recommended a restaurant that I end up liking. As obsessed as I am with reviews (Rich mocks me by asking the People Magazine rating when I mention being interested in seeing a movie. And I refused to see anything less than two stars from Ebert. Why waste my time?), I will only go try restaurants that have a bad review from the 'Cha paper going forward.

To make the night even more disappointing, we got home and lost power for over two hours. Thankfully, my amazing husband ran out to get gas and revved up the generator in two seconds flat and the first thing I plugged in was the tv (screw the filled up sump pump and ever-warming fridge.. there were dresses to judge.) Rich finally got to sit down and join me after running around with extension cords getting ready to rewire the entire house. He pretended to be tortured and to want to change the channel to the hockey game, but each time a speech ran long he'd say, "Next set of breasts, please." So cute, my hubby. It ended up being a normal night... power went back on somewhere around Ugly Betty's win.

Not even bad sushi and a power outage could sour a night at the Globes....