Went to one of those conveyor belt sushi places on Saturday for lunch. It's a bit like playing russian roulette...there's no way of telling just how long some of those plates of raw fish might have been sitting on that conveyor belt, gently incubating enteric bacteria. The strategy, I guess, is to target the fresh stuff as they get added to the table. Still...nothing wrong with living a little dangerously from time to time. After all, I figured, I'd still have Sunday to recuperate from any potential food poisoning episode.... Fotunately, none eventuated.