It started when I was on my mission in Canada. I discovered the joys and pains of all-you-can-eat sushi. Here’s a typical situation. We are faced with hunger around noon. We throw around some ideas, but someone mentions all-you-can-eat sushi. We toss around a few more ideas, but really, everyone wants to go to sushi because you get the most for your money. Also, it’s healthier than burgers (missionaries are always worried about getting fat for some reason). We get to the restaurant and as we come in we see the faces of the servers, a face of recognition. We’ve been there before, and every time Mormon missionaries come to eat, they clean house and leave them practically bankrupt. We then order and eat. And order and eat.

Here is the problem. We’re full. But we ordered too much during the last round and we can’t leave any leftovers because then they’ll charge us money. So we split up the burden. 4 more pieces, everyone! Then we finish with dessert, Jell-O. Inevitably, by the end of this 60 minute ordeal, we are all dying with our stomachs about to split right open and we pay grudgingly as we swear never to come here again. Why did we come in the first place? This happened last time and the time before that too!

Now, you’d think that after 2 years of this, we would’ve learned our lesson, but tonight proved this assumption to be wrong. So very wrong indeed.

My good old buddy from the mission drove all the way down to Provo from Logan (a 2 hour drive) to come see me and another friend from the same mission. Curiously, we all thought of the same thing. ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT SUSHI FOR DINNER. Never mind that we’ve had 2 years of stomach splitting lunches! We need sushi! At the very least for nostalgia’s sake!

I don’t have to tell you what happened, except that there was an added irony to the whole thing.