You'll have to forgive my use of SAT analogy notation in this post's title, but the culinary tragedy I just witnessed knocked me straight back into high school. I just paid my friendly neighborhood Peet's a visit, as I'm out of milk for homemade coffee and I'm leaving on another trip so soon that I can't justify buying more -- but I digress! As I'm waiting -- all bleary-eyed and caffeine-withdrawal-tripping -- for my drink to be up, I see a guy sipping a hot coffee while eating to-go Sushi.
I'm sure he's not the first person in the world to drink coffee while eating sushi, but a Peet's coffee struck me as a strange place to enjoy a fine plate of sushi. I mean, the aroma of coffee in that joint is so strong that it sometimes seems like one is treading water in a latte while waiting for their drink... I love sushi, but I could never eat it in that environment!