Without having to worry about a 5 am wake up call this morning, we enjoyed a Sunday afternoon in town and ended at our favorite sushi place. If you’re in the Houston area, please go to Kata Robata. I mean don’t. You’ll hate it. I mean, it’s really awful.
In between bites of the Texas Hamachi roll, I kept pondering our waiter. I knew him from somewhere, but couldn’t place him. I forgot about it for a while. The sushi can have that affect. It’s that good.
After devouring our Tropical Tuna, the boyfriend says, “it’s kind of like we’re on a desert island since our waiter looks just like that one guy on Lost”.
Sadly, all the hours of Lost watching makes me feel like I KNOW the characters. Then I was mad that he made the connection first.
Even more unfortunate is that it wasn’t Sawyer.