Sensei Japanese Restaurant

Beryl Gorbman
The Yucatan Yenta

New age donburi

I’ve suffered a trauma. Last night at about 8:00 p.m., two devilishly handsome men in Aloha shirts sweet-talked my husband into opening the door. They shoved their way in and kidnapped me. Under protest, I sunk into the sumptuous leather seats of their Lincoln and was driven to an unfamiliar part of town, where they forced me to eat Japanese food.

You can read my write-up on the restaurant experience on the kidnapper’s website, Expats Anonymous.

Here is their link.

What they wouldn’t allow me to print is that the tempura, consisting mainly of onions and unrecognizable vegetables, tasted exactly like the onion rings I have had at the King County Fair in Washington State.

Other than that small disagreement, we wrote the article together. And after the surprisingly good dining experience, they did bring me back home where I await their next home invasion.

About BG

Beryl Gorbman is a writer and private investigator who divides her time between Seattle WA and Merida Yucatan Mexico. She has published two works of fiction, 2012: Deadly Awakening, and Madrugada. They are both available on Amazon and other outlets. Also at Amate Books, and Casa Catherwood in Merida. You can read about them in various articles on this site.
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3 Responses to Sensei Japanese Restaurant

  1. Kinbote says:

    I don’t know how it’s possible that I “didn’t allow you to print” your comments about the tempura in the review when anyone can see that your words are there verbatim, followed by a parenthetical written by me about how I felt about the tempura, but if it makes you feel any better, I was talking to the tempura just this morning and it said you were “just the sort of sassy vixen you’d see prancing around the King County Fair in form-fitting jeans and a revealing blouse, with several large stuffed animals proudly tucked under her arms.” I’ve never been to this fair, so I’m not entirely sure what it could have meant by this, but the tone in the tempura’s voice suggested that it wasn’t a fan.

  2. Ms. Gorbman:

    It’s a 1978 “Bill Blass Designer Edition” Lincoln Continental Mark V.

    And, to my knowledge, mine is very likely the only 1978 Bill Blass Designer Edition Mark V ever to make it from Las Vegas, Nevada to the Yucat√°n without a scratch.

    Also, the “sumptuous leather seats” to which you refer are most accurately described, in color and feel, as “Midnight Cordovan.”

    One would have thought you’d learned a lesson or two in civility during all those hours spent duck-hunting with Prince Masahito.

    One ought, I suppose, lay this evident failure squarely at the feet of the Imperial Household Agency which, since 1949, has shown a steady decline in sound judgment

    When Emperor Meiji was running things, a foreigner of your class and kind could hardly have spent many long hours duck-hunting with an imperial prince without being thoroughly improved by the experience.


  3. suk banks says:

    BG, y are right. I can’t find any good oriental foods in merida. I started eat sushi when I was 5 yrs old, my grandma spoied me when I visited her Busan, 2nd big ocean city, she always took me to real Japanese sushi rest. So I know my sushi & YH, we used to go couple different places but we agreed hard to find good rest. In merida. Even highin one, I love foods but my taste bud must be too picky bc it is very difficult please my mouse. Houston, we have so many rest. Upscale & lowscale, it does not matter, try & error. But I got good one here, they call me if they have special flying from japan. So come to visit. Suk

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