Sushi dealer (May 25 2009) ------------------------------------------------- The dealer skillfully floats the cards, gently landing in a pile in front of each of us. He stands there with arms at rest, waiting for the first bet. We stare back at him. He doesn’t blink. "We ordered sushi," I said. "What's with the cards?" The plastic on the cards is starting to melt into the cooking surface of the table. We look at each other. Did we go to a Japanese restaurant or a casino? The cards are a mess. Somewhere, in Vegas, a sushi chef is waving knives around. He’ll probably get better tips than our dealer. ------------------------------------------------- © 2005-2020 Laurence Simon