My final meal

Lately I've become aware of the fact that I am not normal. More specifically, I don't seem to have any sort of talent for or interest in repetition, routine or consistency. I look around me, and everyone I see seems to be fairly content to do the same sorts of things many days in a row. I must be stunted, because I can't even eat the same breakfast more than once. These traits of mine are drawbacks when it comes to jobs and relationships, but could possibly be considered assets in the food and travel writing fields. Now I just need to figure out how to exploit them...

In a halfhearted attempt to convince myself that I still have a shot at normalcy and that I am not in fact addicted to constant flux and over-stimulation, I am trying to document examples of routines or patterns in my life. So far, I've come up with two:

1) I take a shower every day
2) I eat at Akai Hana, in Wilmette, Illinois, at least once a month

I think I've eaten at Akai Hana more than any other restaurant over the course of my life thus far. For awhile I was addicted to this place in London called EuroTandoori, in a gross neighborhood right near the King's Cross tube stop, but that was truncated after one year when I had to move back to Ohio. Akai Hana has remained a steady habit despite my many migrations.

I won't testify that it's the best Japanese food ever, but it's solid. And it's close to home.

So, here's the meal that I frequently order; a meal that is so comforting and familiar to me at this point that I think I would elect to have it for my final meal if I was on death row: the beef teriyaki combination. 3 nigiri (salmon, tuna, shrimp), 1 California roll, a small cup of miso soup, sunomono, beef teriyaki, lots of sticky rice, a pile of shredded cabbage that soaks up the teriyaki so nicely, and a scoop of green tea (or chocolate, if they're out) ice cream.



What would your final death row meal be?