Scott Bush

Omakase is a Japanese word meaning “to entrust” or “to protect.” More importantly, in a sushi restuarant it means “let the chef decide.” Today was my first omakase experience and it could not have been more spectacular. (I realize this entry breaks the titular rule of Nobody Cares What You Had for Lunch, but this meal was too awesome not to talk about.) Served on a platter probably two feet in diameter, the spread included:

Sashimi

• Tuna (bluefin)
• Tuna (albacore)
• Salmon (sockeye)
• Mackerel
• Scallop
• Octopus

Sushi

• Tuna (yellowtail)
• Salmon
• Halibit
• Crab
• Sea urchin
• Sweet shrimp (raw)

This raw-seafood extravaganza marked my final day as an employee of CESNW/SSP. The lunch was a very generous going-away gift, one I won’t soon forget. As I shared the platter with my colleagues, I recited a haiku I’d written the night before as a way to say goodbye. (I tend to ramble, so being limited to 12 syllables forces me to be succinct.) Here it is, titled “New Job”:

My colleagues—nay, friends
Hard to leave for the unknown
Change renews us all

Happily, I will continue to work with CESNW/SSP as a consultant for web and some design projects. Maybe I can have them pay me in raw fish?