The Results?
Guess who has a full belly of sushi, a good mile or more of pure mall walking in him and an ear to ear grin? Gee, I wonder. 
Things went over really, really well. We left the condo around 6pm or so, got there about 7pm. I’ve been there before, but this was Michelle’s first visit and she seemed really impressed with how much crap that place has. We hit up a few different stores while we were there. The first was this pretzel stand where the kid running the register looked like he really didn’t want to come in today. With any luck, the pretzel we got (and paid $3.50 for..lol) didn’t contain any spit or mutated anthrax. A few shops down, we found this odd store that only sold gloves, wallets and cheep sunglasses (cheep next to the collection at some other stores). Michelle picked up a pair to replace the ones she thinks she may have lost in Chicago last month. From there, it was on to this massive clothing store. I really don’t get what they’re about or why it’s sports themed, but who’s going to argue when everything in the store is $7 or less. Shit man, they’ve got leather jackets there (or at least, really good imitation leather) and an assload of hoodies. Had I brought more money, I’d be swimming in the damn things right now.
Our next stop was about 1/5 of a mile down. Giving into pressure from my desire to waste money, we opted to try one of those leather massage chair stations that have been popping up at malls everywhere. I shit you not, it was like getting a rub down from Chevy. Either it was crap to begin with or years of use had turned it into a angry love bot willing to take it’s aggression out on any innocent victim who happens to cross it’s path. Next time, I think the $2 we spent would be better served with a hooker. Still in pain, we moved on to this odd little shop that’s really hard to describe. They have things like crystal balls, rain sticks, African masks, large carved statutes, shoes, trinkets and hermit crabs. It’s a bad ass little place, but confusing.
The final stop on our little tour was Miyako. Oh god, this was the highlight. They have these creamy California rolls (which I guess some places call a spa roll) that are so good, I would murder each and every one of you reading this to have. We’ve been there a few times in the last few months and each time, we walk away talking about how good it was and how much we wish we didn’t have to drive an hour just to get there. Then again, we always argue that we’d go broke if they were any closer.
All n’ all, it was a great time out. I only wish we could have spent more time out there shopping and enjoying things. For example, there was this little fast food place that was giving out free samples of some bourbon chicken that was so good, we almost skipped the sushi. Guess we’ll have to peg it on our next trip, eh?
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Of course, he totally forgets the fact that there was a fast food sushi bar in the food court. If it wasn’t for those creamy california rolls at Miyako, we’d so have tried it out.
Yeah, but I was a little uneasy about how that dude kept looking at us as we were checking out the menu. He kept shifting between saying “Ohh, sushi!” at us and staring at the chest of those two valley-like girls trying to order some Chinese.
Even if he did have creamy California rolls, do you really think we should have let that guy give us anything with a “special sauce”? I don’t even think I’d want him in the same room with a Big Mac.