Monday, August 15, 2011
The boys planned out our route at the station:
All that shopping made us hungry, so we walked over to a little sushi place, The Frying Fish. When we all walked in, we discovered it was a tiny sushi bar whereupon the sushi circled the bar/island on a conveyor belt. Hartwell screamed, "Mom! That's a conveyor belt!"
Here we are dancing on the mirrored ceiling:
Today Hartwell told me when he grows up he wants to be a sushi chef...and work at The Frying Fish.