Last night, being Sunday night, we and the other 99% of the population went out for dinner. We had some vouchers for the local revolving sushi bar so that solved the question of where to go.
I tried to take an illicit picture (photography is not permitted). It's a little bullet train tray that comes shooting along a special track when you order something that is not on the conveyor belt.
Leave it to the Japanese to take even revolving sushi to a higher level. Ours was not the only table where the dads were oohing and ahhing.