Mexican Sushi
I went to a border town in Mexico for a little day trip with Sarah while we were in Texas visiting my brother, Wade, and his better half, Victoria. I had the distinct pleasure of eating Mexican sushi. Ill-advised? Not necessarily, as it turns out. I didn’t get sick, but the sushi is a little different from the sushi in the States. Rolls come “hot” or “cold.” We got a little of both. The hot rolls are dipped, whole, into a vat of sizzling grease and deep-fried to a golden brown. A unique taste altogether, as far as sushi goes.
