Those Silly Japanese (or, Happy Tomato Rape)
My favorite sushi place in the whole world is a little place called Sushi Yoko in Doraville. It looks pretty ghetto from the outside, and I only went there on the advice of a friend. I took my friend Bagwell with me, and upon entering, we were the only two Westerners in there. Naturally, we felt a little out of place. Until, that is, a long-haired obviously-American dude came in, at which point we rejoiced. And then saw that he was holding a little half-Japanese girl by the hand, and then heard him speaking what seemed to be fluent Japanese on his cellphone.
Anyway, this place has the best sushi I’ve ever had, and it’s very reasonably priced, too. It’s next to a Japanese market called Tomato. Well, apparently Tomato recently decided to paint the walls leading to their place with happy little tomato figures. Except this one rather stuck out. You can draw your own conclusions.
