Another guy's night

SAT flashback : Sushi Ann = Your daughter is a Stripper

A: Both Major Disappointments.
B: Things you never want to experience.
C: Reasons to re-evaluate life.
D: All the above.

Sushi Ann - Not Recommended
Japanese, Sushi
38 E 51st St, New York 10022
Btwn Park & Madison Ave
Phone: 212-755-1780
Fax: 212-755-1788

So when my foodie buddies and I get together for dinner, we aren't fooling around. No-no-no, we mean business. And it just so happens Wednesday night was sushi night for us.

Everyone gets into work that morning and the initial 9:30 "watup" e-mail is sent.
"Guys, it's Wednesday, and you know what that means.... HUMPDAY!"
We made it halfway through the week and we deserve a little guy's time.

Someone says they are craving Sushi, and it was like Frodo putting on that stupid ring for the very first time. Clouds hovered over Manhattan as Middle-Earth broke into War. We rallied our swords and shields to the Horn of Gondor and crack open the Zagats next to our keyboards, feverishly turning the pages for some Restaurant that will satisfy our manly cravings.
Now remember, it's towards the end of March so we all have one goal in mind. Fucken TORO! Yes, that fatty, juicy, melt in your mouth piece of Tuna that is the covetted prize of all sushi gourmands around the world. Yes, we knew what we wanted and we were going to have it.

Sushi Ann is brought to everyone's attention and the decision was made. We hadn't been there in a while and were determined to have our fill.

We all get there and order up a round of Sake.
We decide upon a table's worth of the Omakase Course(Chef's seasonal tasting), to only be majorly disappointed. It was one of the blandest sushi days of my life. I was thinking Kaiten (the conveyor belt) sushi is better than this. The toro was more like chu-toro at best and had zero flavor.
Needless to say, our palates were not satisfied and we suddenly found ourselves in unfamiliar territory. After sitting down and having what normal people call "dinner", we were left confused and still hungry. Where we Hobbits?

So we stormed out of this Midtown hell-hole and were on a hunt for something that would wash away this terrible memory and potentially salvage the night.
We walked from one eatery to another that night, only to be denied service&food time and time again. Midtown was bumping and everyone was out having dinner. 40 minute wait here, 30 minute wait there... it kept going on all night. (Yakitori Totto, Porterhouse, Faces and Names)

Our entourage finally arrived at Lan (which is one of my favorite eateries in Manhattan) looking for justice. There we ate like Mongolian Warlords. We had our fill of booze and food.
We were happy once again.
If it weren't for this place, I don't know what would have happened to the world as we know it.