sushi cravings

Thomas and I went out for sushi last night.  He's always craving raw fish, and I told him back home in Miami, if he catches fresh trout, we'll have to create a new roll with it. So the restaurant took some creative licenses with the rolls.  A few had goat cheese in them, one had tempura jalapenos, another had mango...creative, yes.  It was a popular place, quite a long wait for our food.  Once it did come, we set off to stuffing ourselves (it was our first real meal on the road).  Meanwhile, an older couple, guessing late 70s, were seated at the table next to us.  He was pretty stooped over, and she was quite sociable.  The waitress hunkered down for the long haul.  She explained quite a lot of the menu, and knowing that they would be waiting for their meal for at least half an hour (that's how long we waited, and the place was a lot more full), she suggested appetizers - soup, edamame, a salad.  The woman wanted nothing of it; she just wanted to order it all at once.  The waitress described dish after dish.  I kept giggling to Thomas.  Once an order was placed, they turned to us and watched us eating a sushi roll.  She asked what it was, and I called it by name "Yakuza Roll".  She wondered aloud, "Oh that's a roll; I thought it was bread."  Of course, the traditional roll with dinner isn't raw fish rolled up in rice and seaweed;  it's a starchy white round of bread, perfect for stuffing with butter and jam or mopping up sauce.  She then admitted that it was their first time trying the restaurant.  We finished up our dinner and wished them well.  They were blowing on their little bowls of steaming miso soup with the funny shaped spoons, feeling adventurous, no doubt!  As we walked back through downtown, I told Thomas that I hope I am that adventurous at that age.