That aimless Friday night began at O’Leary’s after work. CCB and I, tacitly agreeing not to plan more than one destination ahead, wandered up from the bayfront to lively Main Street for dinner at Barnacle Bill’s. There, we heard from Little J and Big J, who were meeting roommate Scooter at Utamaro. After hiking the three blocks to meet them, we’d burned off enough snow crab to enjoy some octopus nigiri for “dessert.”
Brian Johnson likes sushi just like you and me.