Josh’s grandmother is in town visiting the baby (and presumably us !) and as a gift, she shooed us out the door with a wad of cash and told us to go eat by ourselves. So, we did.

We headed down to Edo Sushi, a place we’d found when we first moved to Chicago. Because of the pregnancy, I’d been avoiding raw fish (woe) and so as the case may be, the last time we went out for sushi wa s nearly a year ago. It was time to go back.

The first sign something was amiss was when from a block away, I saw a banner hanging up that said “Free DJ” or something like that. We walked in and suddenly, our cozy corner sushi joint became a Hip, Cool place, with new chichi menus and a decor to boot. Our favorite meal (which was reasonably priced, given the amount of fish there was) was no longer represented on the menu. Of course, that didn’t stop us from indulging, and indulging we did.

We started out with miso soup, green tea for Josh (purist!) and diet coke for me (addict!). Our appetizer arrived shortly thereafter, tempura calamari, four pieces of calamari and two veggie. Delightful - not heavy at all, still piping hot from its frying. And then, the piece de resistance - the sushi and sashimi dinner that topped the menu. A dragon roll topped the plate - tempura shrimp roll covered with eel and avocado; six pieces of delicious sashimi, and seven pieces of nigiri. All excellent. Josh and I traded pieces of nigiri - I gave him an eel for a white tuna - and with a few satiated sighs and grunts, we ate. And ate. And ate.

Dessert was a piece of mango mochi ice cream for Josh, and a red bean mochi ice cream for me, drizzled with chocolate. We paid our bill and stumbled out, waddling toward the El.

Perfection.