The Sushi Bar

I wanted to try something a little different with this story.  This one is more boot-focused, though don't worry it still has some ballbusting a little later in the story ;).  I also decided to have a go at writing in first person.  Anyway, have a read and let me know what you think.

There’s this little sushi bar I like down near the docks.  The old guy that runs the place, Mr Kawachi, is a bit of a traditionalist and has a strict rule that no outside footwear is allowed in the main area, so off the foyer there’s a little area for people to take off their shoes and a set of cubby holes to put them in.  Being where it is a good proportion of his customers are dock workers and that means there are always a good number of pairs of boots sitting in the storage area.  As you might imagine this is part of the reason I like the place.  Don’t get me wrong, the sushi is very good, or I wouldn’t go as often as I do, but it helps that the first course is such a feast!  I always take my time taking my own boots off to savour the view, and if I can have a good sniff of some of the best pairs while I’m putting mine in their cubby.  I’ve been going there long enough now that I recognise the boots of a lot of the other regulars.