“What would your last meal be?” I asked suddenly. That was a night when I thought it would be all right if my life ended. “A really long omakase. Like at least thirty-four courses. I want Yesuda to cook them himself. He puts the soy sauce on with a paintbrush.” “Salmon pastrami from Russ and Daughters. A ton of bagels. Like three bagels.” “In-N-Out double double.”
