Red bricks, yellow orbs, a curved roof, and the overhead restaurant name: Jedediah Sushi. Plus, its Hiragana equivalent. Of the many food joints in Tokyo Town, Jessica, Shannon, and Valerie arrived by red brick and old-fashioned doors that, when opened, rang a bell.
"Irasshaimase!"
Red lanterns burned yellow amidst some sparse rows of upholstery and oak. Two counters, one on either side of the room, hosted chefs who sliced and diced imitation tuna. They were just as meticulous with the Nigiri. "Order!" Topped at last with thinly sliced lemon, the dishes waited for the waitresses in French maid attire and eventually landed right on Jessica's table.
"What do you call them, again?" said Shannon, sitting directly across.
"Black Hats," said Jessica, clapping her chopsticks.
"What's so spec
