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There are a lot of places to get sushi here in the Salt Lake Valley. You've got the darkly lit chain-types with their paper bag tables, the converted old church, the snooty little place in a rainy alleyway filled with people that have more money than you, the brick walled basement adjacent to the peanut bar, and numerous other little places guaranteed to make you sick.

Today I want to talk about Koyo, a neighborhood place in a 7-11 parking lot, defended by a massive hole in the ground. For my money they have the best sushi roll in the whole valley: they call it the California Roll.

The problem is sometimes you go there and you're really looking forward to the soup and so you order some but the waitress forgets to bring it to you. Then you remind her and she still forgets and finally you just say "nevermind" because she's already brought the check, even though that soup is what you wanted the whole time. So what you do in return is tip really well, so when she sees your tip she'll fill extra bad about forgetting the soup and hopefully it will ruin her whole night.