Sometimes, at a sushi restaurant, reading over the menu of "special" rolls, my eyes will glaze over and I will slip into a reverie in which I imagine wrapping whatever is close at hand -- chopsticks, my cell phone, my wife's purse, a small child -- in nori, topping it with salmon, avocado, maybe a pinch of that teensy orange flying- fish roe and a drizzle of eel sauce, and then serving it to another table. Would they notice anything was amiss? These days I might not.
At Hiro, this moment struck after I read about the "Crunchy Pig" roll (pork belly, bacon and shredded pork) but before I made it to the "Buffalo" roll (grilled chicken and "wasabi ranch" sauce). It was probably right around the time I encountered the "Cabana Boy" (tempura-fried oyster with cucumber and wasabi ranch dressing).