To paraphrase a stale cliché, “When life hands you rush-hour traffic, go out for sushi.” This is the lesson I learned while stuck in the evening commute on Valentine’s Day.
Some meathead decided to crash on the Sepulveda Pass, causing traffic all over the Westside to come to a crawl. When my wife saw angry Scott begin to emerge from behind the wheel, she suggested we cancel our night in and go out for some sushi.
I obliged. Rather than curse the ghost of Henry Ford, we dined in style and turned a rotten night into a memorable one.