Sushi Inferno

Last night, my sister, Jenn, and my friend Lori and I went to eat sushi. We went to a nice local restaurant. We very seldom get together with just the girls. So, we were anticipating great chatter and yummy sushi. Once seated and reviewing the menu, neither Lori nor I could decide what specialty roll to order. Jenn knew exactly what she wanted. After a few times of telling our sweet waiter to give us a few more minutes to decide, the waiter offered to pick for us. We both nodded our head, yes, great. Being even more of a dear, he asked what do you normally like? Lori and I both answered...eel, shrimp, salmon ...not too spicy. We then decided we would split the two rolls between us. He told us "don't worry, the chef will make two wonderful rolls!" What a darling waiter! As we ate our shrimp chips and caught up, the waiter brought our meal. Lori and I did the "splitting." The rolls looked absolutely scrumptious. One was similar to spicy tuna, but had mounds of shrimp. The other was topped with unagi and red fish. YUMMY! We fixed our soy and wasabi and proceeded to dig in. I soaked mine in soy and put it in my mouth. I am hoping I can find the words to explain the "uh" taste...Let's see FIRE, inferno, burnt tonsils, peeling lips, raw acid down my throat. I was too surprised to react. I think I looked at my plate to make sure I hadn't accidentally, put the pretty little ball of wasabi in my mouth. I do remember, my sister looking at me and asking if it was good. I looked at her, then Lori. Lori had the Oh My look, yep, both rolls were fire encrusted, put any hot-spicy, habenero connoisseur to shame rolls! The waiter approached the table. Now, he is not looking so sweet and charming. He asks us if we like his picks. Lori clears her throat and squeaks, "a little spicy!" He smiles and says "hot?" Hot? yes kind of, more like incinerator. He brings us some ice tea to aid the fire. Ice tea? How about a fire extinguisher; we all burst into laughter. Holy smokes! Lori asked if her lips were swelling. We could not stop laughing. We could not stop analyzing the heat and the fire these little babies had! Upon further dissecting, we decided the red sauce may be the fire source. We scraped all remnants of red sauce off the roll...a little better-tolerable. When the waiter returns again, he asks if it is better. Lori tells him kindly "it's fine, we scraped some of the hot stuff off one roll and salvaged it. You really made us laugh." He says he feels bad, and will have the chef make us rolls properly this time. He explains that they were not what he told the chef to make for us. We tell him not to worry. We enjoyed the humor of the situation. He then makes it all very clear, "yes, your rolls had EVIL SAUCE on them." "Evil sauce?" We ask in unison. Nonchalantly, he replies, "uh-huh, EVIL SAUCE." Evil sauce, well that explains it. Can I just say, beware of the evil sauce and the sweet waiter.