A love letter to H Mart

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.

This is a food group for me.

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