This morning Mike, his face partially illuminated by his bright iPhone screen, laughed as I meandered around our curtained room.
“What?” I said.
“It’s Adam. He said he would pay $100 for Sushi Palace right now,” smiled Mike, reading over the text.
Sushi Palace is our go-to sushi joint in Somerville. No matter the day of the week, the all-you-can-eat sushi eatery is always packed to the brim. The host/server, an older Asian woman, always smiles when she sees us – a seemingly out-of-place expression on her serious face – before seating us at our spot at the end of the sushi bar.