It's the American way! (Trigger warning: This is not about surfing at all.)
Yesterday found my beautiful family and I driving north for a much needed camping vacation and when I write “camping” I mean “staying in a cabin with a little market a short stroll away that sells firewood, white wine and gluten-free graham crackers for S’mores.”
I am not gluten-free, of course, but appreciate the lifestyle and anyhow we were driving north and got hungry.
“Let’s stop at Sugarfish sushi in Calabasas…” My beautiful wife said.
It sounded nice even though I enjoy it less than its sister Kazu Nori.
I found the exit in Calabasas, turned left then a quick right in into the Calabasas Commons, a strip mall for the Kardashians.
We parked, got out and wove between high school girls in head-to-toe Lululemon who have been waist training their entire adolescent lives. Bottoms as big as trucks.
Sugarfish was almost empty which was a surprise. It was exactly lunchtime and the rest of the strip mall was bustling. We ordered a fantastic omakase meal except my young daughter was unimpressed with all the raw.
“Do you have avocado?” I asked “To make an avocado maki roll?”
“No” the round-faced yet teenage’d Chinese waiter said in snotty Calabasas English.
“Ok.” I responded then walked to the grocery store in the strip mall and grabbed an avocado maki roll from their pre-prepared section.
By the time I walked back my wife had already eaten a good half of our omakase order. “Lucky her” I thought.
I gave my daughter her avocado sushi and, as if summoned by dark magic, the snotty found-faced teenage waiter appeared.
“I’m sorry. We don’t allow outside food in the restaurant…” he said.
“Bullshit.” I responded. “Get your manager.”
30 seconds later his middle-age’d yet skinny Chinese manager arrived with a pained smile spreading across his face and smarm dripping from his lips.
“Yaaaaaaahhhhhhh I’m sorrrrrrrrry but….”
I launched into an almost patented fit of rage.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You won’t even bring a side of rice nor will you salt the edamame. You are fucking strip mall sushi pretending to be all hip.”
“Yaaaaaaahhhhhhh I’m sorrrrrrrrry but….it’s policy and if we let you do it we have to let the other parents in here do it.”
“I’ll gladly walk to fucking Ralphs and order whatever actually kid enjoyable sushi the other parents want.” I screamed.
““Yaaaaaaahhhhhhh I’m sorrrrrrrrry but…. I’m sorry…” he smarmed again.
I almost knocked the table over getting up.
“Fine. You can buy our half-eaten lunch and also fuck off. At the same time.”
The entire dining room had stopped eating at this point and was staring.
We marched out, laughing, with a $200 bill floating in the air.
Later I told my wife, “I totally would have gotten that damn other family whatever sushi they wanted from Ralphs.”
She said, “Did you see who it was? Brian Austin Green and Megan Fox.”
I hope they know that I had their back too.
And if you ever find yourself in Calabasas, stop by the Commons and order a nice big meal at Sugarfish, go to Ralphs and get something for your starving child then drive into the night full and happy and rich.