i thought i'd treat myself to a fancy little lunch today at sushi.come (yes, that's really what it's called). so i ordered some stuff including oshinko maki because i always get that and i swear it tasted like my grandmother's apartment smelled. and it's not like my grandmother was cooking up sushi all the time. no, she preferred canned baby peas and steak. so, yeah, it was weird and i couldn't eat it.