I love pasta. I love pizza. But variety in the spice of life, and I just can’t get behind the argument that it’s possible to eat pasta every day because there are “so many kinds.” It’s still noodles and sauce, and sometimes you want something different.
My burning desire for “not Italian” can sometimes lead me astray. Because there is so little demand for not-Italian, there’s also very little supply, and no reason for said supply to be any good at all.
Aware of these risks, I sometimes still roll the dice and try whatever not-Italian I can get my hands on. One such gamble did not pay off.
IN ORDER, here are three things I never want on sushi again:
- Sun-dried tomatoes