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May. 2nd, 2007 03:12 pmThe long drive down to Cherry Hill New Jersey is always made easier with sattelite radio. Despite having hundreds of channels to listen to, our driver only listes to Fred, Ethel, and Lucy (all varieties of 80's and alternative music). You'll hear anything from Squeeze to the Smiths to Superchunk to some other bands that don't start with S. The driver and I sang along to a lot of songs, what he lacked in pitch he made up for with gusto. Our passenger didn't know anything of the songs we were belting out. His expression must have been interesting, but I never looked back.
Cherry Hill loves their jug handle turns. You can turn left on any of their rodes, you have to go to the right, and it will eventually loop around and get you going in the opposite direction. We discovered this while on our quest to procure drinkables for the weekend. Throwing lots of dice is slightly less nerdy if you are drinking adult beverages along with it. The jug handle turns got us thinking of our drinks, and how Cherry Hill must hate lefties. Not being a leftie, I wasn't upset. I did pour out a cider for our left handed brethren, right into my mouth.
We drove a few blocks down the road and found Nagoya, rated Best of the Best by South Jersey magazine. I haven't eaten anywhere else to compare it to, but it was very delicious sushi. They made an orange dragon roll with eel and thick slices of avocado on the inside, and salmon covering the top with a tasty sauce. The sushi was fat slabs of fish that draped over the rice (always a good sign). My dining guests were slightly embarassed by my reaction to the white tuna, though our waitress did get a kick out of it. Sadly, there was no time for cheese steaks.
The drive back was longer, as 95 turned into a parking lot for some reason. We expected the George Washington bridge to be packed, and it was, but the highway before it was awful starting as soon as we left the hotel. This was reasonably good for the drive and I, and less so for our passenger. Before we got too hoarse, we stopped at a service center in CT and which looked like a biology experiment gone horrible wrong. I filled my mind with pleasant memories of Nagoya until we left. The rest of the drive passed with less singing and more philosophical discussion, a common phenomon when driving under beautiful moonlit skies.
( Oh, yeah. The reason I went to Cherry Hill )
Cherry Hill loves their jug handle turns. You can turn left on any of their rodes, you have to go to the right, and it will eventually loop around and get you going in the opposite direction. We discovered this while on our quest to procure drinkables for the weekend. Throwing lots of dice is slightly less nerdy if you are drinking adult beverages along with it. The jug handle turns got us thinking of our drinks, and how Cherry Hill must hate lefties. Not being a leftie, I wasn't upset. I did pour out a cider for our left handed brethren, right into my mouth.
We drove a few blocks down the road and found Nagoya, rated Best of the Best by South Jersey magazine. I haven't eaten anywhere else to compare it to, but it was very delicious sushi. They made an orange dragon roll with eel and thick slices of avocado on the inside, and salmon covering the top with a tasty sauce. The sushi was fat slabs of fish that draped over the rice (always a good sign). My dining guests were slightly embarassed by my reaction to the white tuna, though our waitress did get a kick out of it. Sadly, there was no time for cheese steaks.
The drive back was longer, as 95 turned into a parking lot for some reason. We expected the George Washington bridge to be packed, and it was, but the highway before it was awful starting as soon as we left the hotel. This was reasonably good for the drive and I, and less so for our passenger. Before we got too hoarse, we stopped at a service center in CT and which looked like a biology experiment gone horrible wrong. I filled my mind with pleasant memories of Nagoya until we left. The rest of the drive passed with less singing and more philosophical discussion, a common phenomon when driving under beautiful moonlit skies.
( Oh, yeah. The reason I went to Cherry Hill )
