Sushi Sam’s by Rattybox

After today’s matinee, we sniffed out somefing special. Real special. Word on the street was that a secret sushi pop-up called Sushi Sam by Rattybox had appeared for one day only. Naturally, we bolted straight there—I still had my stage whiskers on, and Fish brought his emergency wasabi pouch (standard protocol).

It was hidden down an alley, the kind you wouldn’t look twice at, unless you’ve got a nose for magic—and I do. What we found? Plush sushi pods. I’m talkin’ cozy, sesame-dotted, hug-you-while-you-chew sushi-shaped hideouts. I tucked himself into a giant maki roll like it was a velvet frone. Fish? He claimed the onigiri-shaped nook and refused to come out. Said it “smelled like dreams and rice.”

Now the food. Oh, the food.Tiny rainbow beggie rolls that somehow managed to taste like fibe seasons at once. Crispy sesame bites that shattered in your mouff wiff a gentle crnch and left behind this sweet-nutty linger that made Fish tear up a little. Fish said, “dis is what falling in love tastes like,” and honestly? He’s not wrong.

We munched, we nibbled, we nested. Fish tried to barter cheese for more sesame crunchies. Didn’t work, but the effort was noble.

Sushi Sam wasn’t just a meal. It was a moment. And like all good pop-ups… it vanished as suddenly as it arribed. Fank you to Rattybox for creating dis New York magic.