The First Two Paragraphs of Today’s Bruni Review Needlessly Set To Music

First the review.

Then: the first two paragraphs needlessly set to music.

Here they are so you can follow along.

Confessions of a Reformed Sushi Eater

By FRANK BRUNI

Published: March 2, 2005

I am ashamed of my past. Horrified by it, really. I need to glance back only a little more than a decade to catch a glimpse of my wantonness, to see myself treating something precious as if it were just so much flesh. When it came to sushi, I was a cad. I degraded it with excess wasabi paste, and my use of soy sauce was nothing short of promiscuous.

Then again, there wasn’t an abundance of exemplary sushi or expert sushi chefs back then. All too often the fish, overly chewy, and the rice, needlessly clumpy, didn’t deserve gentler treatment. At Gari, a new Japanese restaurant on the Upper West Side, they do. I would never drag Gari’s sushi carelessly through a salty, spicy murk.

6 comments

  1. For some reason that stuck me as so funny, I ended up waking my roomate with my giggling.

  2. You’ve just brought a much-needed smile to this flu-ridden Metro Atlantan’s face. Much thanks!! (Luckily for both us, you can’t see it)

  3. Boy, if that review doesn’t make your vegetarian friend a meat-eater, nothing will. Salivating!!

  4. I especially love, “When it came to sushi, I was a CAD.” Ha!

    So are you going to visit this place for some special occasion and tell us if you agree not to drag the “flesh” through the “murk?”

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