Last week, the Village Voice dispatched an intrepid, if not suicidal, reporter to test and review a sickening new dining option: Duane Reade brand sushi. Rebecca Marx's feature ran on a Friday, we dry-heaved all Saturday, but by Sunday were able to convince ourselves it was all just a dream. Until today, when the Post chimed in with semi-appalled commentary from Iron Chef Masaharu Morimoto. We're just going to have to accept this: you can now pick up a yellowfin tuna roll, made by machines, with your toothpaste and adult undergarments, which you're probably going to need not long after consumption.
Morimoto tells the Post he'd gladly eat the sushi if he were starving on a desert island, and he's "happy," in a way, that sushi has gotten so popular it's being sold in drugstores. "But on the other hand, I worry about quality control. If there's one incident, sushi would get a bad reputation." And we wouldn't want that—remember how the sushi industry reeled after Homer Simpson almost died from incorrectly prepared sushi? Neither do we, but it's a good excuse to revisit this video clip, below, from the classic Simpsons episode One Fish, Two Fish, Blowfish, Blue Fish. Arigato: