I don't care if the Japanese gal behind the sushi counter gives you a smug look when you order California rolls.
I don't care if you want to look cool by ordering something exotic, like say, the eel sushi.
I don't care if it's slathered with delicious avocado slices.
I don't care if you look away while picking it up so you don't have to be grossed out by the slimy, grey raw flesh you're about to eat.
I don't care if you brush your teeth immediately afterwards to get the acrid taste out of your mouth.
Eating eel sushi is never worth it. You think morning breath is bad? Try waking up with eel breath. The stuff is more potent than onions. Needless to say, next time I'll just suck it up and order my white-girl California rolls and smug Asian servers be damned.