Served on a bed of steamed white rice, doused with organized strips of cilantro, and complimented by assorted flavorings, the Ichi Unagi bowl takes you to places you may not be ready to go. But will be glad you went.

For the record, I am by no means a sushi aficionado. I have less experience eating raw fish than Clay Aiken does touching boobs. But I do know good sushi when I taste it. And this was good sushi. And by good I mean, eh, not bad.

I ordered the Unagi bowl. Or, in plain English, ceramic bowl containing steamed rice, flesh of eel, and other things assembled in the hopes of nourishing and tasting good. Oh, and it came with whatever Japanese soup is called.

The eel bowl in itself was an adventure. Unless you’re from Japan (or are a killer whale) you probably haven’t eaten eel. There’s truly something satisfying in eating a slimy sea snake. When it hits your mouth the party starts. It’s tender. It’s flavorful. In the overused cliche — it tasted like chicken. But better. And scarier.

My chief complaint with the Ichi Unagi bowl is that the eel itself was not hot. I later realized this is because I was at a sushi restaurant. Take that into consideration.

Also, I somehow knocked over a full glass of water on Logan with my ass. Due to the relatively small circumference of my ass and my athletic sense of balance, I blame this on Ichi’s wobbly-ass tables. I’d recommend bringing your own, sturdier, table or bringing a spotter to watch your ass doesn’t knock a glass of water on a friend. Logan and I haven’t spoken since the incident.

All in all, I recommend venturing into the arena of slimy sea urchin at Ichi. It’s interesting, tasty, and downright good. It won’t knock your socks off but it will…I’m sorry, I just realized how dumb the saying “knock your socks off” is and It’s all I can think about now.

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