Cross country flights are brutal, two cross country flights in two weeks – my oh my! By the time we landed at LAX, bussed to the rental car lot and headed to Long Beach, I was starved. It took a few minutes to calculate across time zones exactly how long it had been since I’d last eaten. As the words six and a half hours came out of my mouth, I realized I needed food, now.
I also realized that when I get this hungry it’s impossible to figure out what I’m in the mood for. Sushi within Pacific walking distance? I wasn’t sure it was what I was craving (why isn’t that what I was craving?), but I was more sure that sushi was a better decision than my only other option: Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles. I’m pretty sure I’ll never get what all that rage is about.
We plopped into a booth at Bai Plu and embraced the speedy service. And the sushi? Quality, quality. The fortune? “There is prospect of a thrilling time ahead for you”. An exciting outlook for my next few weeks of traveling adventures!