Sushi of the Tundra

During my two hour (two hour!) layover in Detroit, I discovered that there's a sushi restaurant in the Northwest terminal. It didn't seem like it was doing so well. Maybe people are just a little skeptical of sushi made by downsized autoworkers, for some reason.

Me, I thought they ought to have made that into a marketing gimmick. Motor oil maguro maki! Brake fluid bento! Gearshift gyoza! Oilpan omikaze!

Or maybe I was just crazed with hunger. That could have been it.