Sushi

Here at The Punch, we pride ourselves on bringing you the big issues. This is not one of them.

That said, Punchie Ant Sharwood has been bugging me all week with this dilemma. Over to you, Ant.

So I’m sitting outside the mall with a tray of cheap takeaway sushi the other day. Two boofy tradesmen sit next to me and light up a B&H each. And I can’t bring myself to eat my sushi in front of them. I just can’t. It just feels way too… effeminate or something.

To be honest, I don’t even know why I bought the sushi in the first place. Normally I’m a laksa kinda dude if I’m having cheap mall Asian takeaway. Pretty sure I felt like something healthy that day, but I wish I’d just stuck to my culinary guns. I hate sushi. It’s clammy. Bleah.

By the way, the sushi joint was full of women. It was like an episode of Sex and the City in there. Subliminally, I think they were telling me something.

Look, I have no need to affirm my masculinity through food, or through anything really. But I just can’t help thinking that if you’re not Japanese, then sushi is fare that should be reserved for the fairer sex. Am I right or am I right?