Sushi of Peoria: Happy Fish

Colton and I ate sushi for the first time a few  years ago. We talked about how we should try sushi from every restaurant in town and compare them, but for a while we mostly settled in at a favorite restaurant, which with its unlimited sushi option, was particularly good for trying out sushi as newbies. (That restaurant was Hokkaido, in case you were wondering.)

Last week we finally decided to start our full sushi tour of Peoria with our first visit to Happy Fish.

We showed up a bit after 5 on a Tuesday evening, since we headed out pretty shortly after Colton got home from work. Happily, this landed right in the  middle of their “Happy Hour”–Monday through Friday, 4-6 PM they have a selection of maki rolls for $3.95 each along with similarly discounted prices on a couple of appetizers and nigiri options. The catch is that each person has to order a drink to get the special pricing, but since drinks were $1.95, it was still a very good deal.

To start with, Colton got sweetened iced green tea and I got hot green tea. Colton’s tea was very good, with a light fruity flavor. My tea came as a tea bag with a small mug, small tea pot of hot water and a piece of lemon to squeeze into it. I got several small cups of green tea out of the pot of hot water, and it worked with the fact that I felt like something hot to drink at that moment, but next time I would definitely get the iced green tea. (They also had the standard soda options and unsweetened black iced tea, none of which really appeal to me to go with sushi.)

We didn’t get any miso soup or any other appetizers on this particular night because we were focused on sushi. Colton ordered a spicy tuna roll (his standard for judging sushi quality), a california roll, and a yellowtail roll (which neither of us had tried before). I ordered a salmon and avocado roll and one of their specialty rolls which I’ve now forgotten the name of. I wasn’t paying enough attention to realize the specialty roll was one of the deep fried ones, which are much heavier than standard sushi, and I wouldn’t have intentionally chosen to go with the other rolls we ordered. (I did enjoy it though–it was a good version of deep fried sushi at least, with a spicy-sweet sauce I liked.)

For my taste, there was shortage of pickled ginger to go with the rolls. Aside from that, all the non-sushi elements of the experience (service, presentation, ambiance) were good in a low-key kind of way.

Overall, we enjoyed the meal. We would both order yellowtail sushi again sometime (which is particularly useful to know since Colton normally goes for tuna and I go for salmon). I would say the sushi was good but not great–not what I would describe as ‘chef’ level sushi. In Colton’s words, the flavors were ‘one note’ instead of being complex.

That said, during their happy hour, they have a cheapest sushi that I’m aware of in the Peoria area–we paid $26 (before tip) for the meal for the two of us. If we were going out for sushi at a time when we’d have to pay full price, I would choose to go somewhere else with better sushi for that price. But if we were going out around dinner time on a weekday, Happy Fish would be high on my list of options, because their sushi is well worth the discounted price.

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The Life and Adventures of Raquel

Sometimes I think  my life would make a good Youtube show. Not a full TV show, or even a Netflix show, with its instantly bingeable seasons. Just some short episodes  like the old radio soap operas, but without the break-ups, and more of a dramedy.

Take last weekend. As part of a one car household, I order a lot of essentials delivered to the house, so that I don’t often have to get the car to go pick one thing, and only have to make grocery store trips once every week or two. Often, I order my thyroid medication shipped to the house.

So, last Friday I take my last thyroid pill in the bottle and check the tracking number. It’s scheduled to be delivered Saturday. This isn’t really optimal, because our mail won’t be delivered until mid-morning, and circadian rhythms interacting with thyroid meds mean that taking the pill the same time of day is a big deal. (Think about that next time you say that daylight savings time isn’t a big deal because you can just go to bed an hour earlier…)

The complication is that I’m out of refills on my thyroid meds, and so even if I tried to put in a new refill to pick up at the store that evening, there’s no way the doctor’s office would respond to the refill request before they closed down for the weekend anyway. (Believe me, I’ve tried before. If you have to send in a refill request on a Friday for an urgent refill you’re in trouble.) Getting my thyroid pill just a few hours late on Saturday is acceptable.

Saturday morning I wake up and check the tracking number. (cue dramatic music) The package was delayed. It reads that my package was in town and then left again, for no discernible reason.  Monday is now the soonest I can get my thyroid medication. (Remember, I still have no refills, and the doctor’s office is now closed for the weekend.)

I muddle through my day, feeling only slightly zombieish, which means my overall health is doing a lot better than a few years ago, when I missed a thyroid pill and felt like death warmed over. I take essential oils. I fix some decaf coffee and add every thyroid boosting substance I  have in the house, starting with coconut oil.

Now, this is where we pick up one of those slow sub-plot threads that’s been building for many episodes. On this Saturday, I walk down to the library, despite feeling slightly zombieish, because I have my first ever inter-library loan waiting for me.

I’ve put books on hold from other libraries in the system many times, but this book came from outside the local system, and required a librarian to fill in a paper card for me instead of me just clicking a button on the website. The rules are unclear to me, and I’m not sure how long they’ll hold an inter-library loan before sending it back, and it doesn’t even show up in my account as a hold when I check the website. I can’t risk it being sent back and having to go through that whole paper system again. (I do occasionally act my generation… “What do you mean I can’t do this on a website? And what is this paper stuff you speak of?”)

At the library, when the clerk hands me the book without a receipt (okay, I guess I do like paper sometimes) OR a comment about when it’s due back (I normally get both when I check out a book), my T3 lacking brain isn’t sure how to handle the situation. I take the book, walk off a few steps and have a sudden fear that I’m not actually supposed to leave yet, and stop and stare at the front of the book as though examining it for information for a good ten seconds before I slowly risk actually walking off with it. No one tries to stop me, so apparently inter-library loans are just weird like that.

As I walk up the driveway holding my not-actually-stolen library book I notice the corner of a package sticking up out of the mailbox by our front door. Huh. That looks a lot like the packaging my thyroid meds get mailed in. I walk up to the mailbox. The return address matches the one on the tracking number and the package definitely feels like it contains my thyroid meds.

The package does, in fact, contain my thyroid meds.

Tracking numbers are often helpful and occasionally the stupidest things ever.

So, it turns out that providentially I didn’t have to go an entire weekend without sufficient supply of vital energy supplying hormones, and that the timing of my first inter-library loan was surprisingly important to my timely discovery of  said hormones being available in my mail box. (Did I mention that tracking numbers are occasionally stupid?) Basically, my life would make a good YouTube show  because God writes better plots than I do.

Plot Twist