by Dan Gibson
I don't want to wait until March to see Jiro Dreams Of Sushi, a documentary about Jiro Ono, generally considered the world's best sushi chef, who works at a sushi bar with ten seats in a Tokyo subway station. I want to see it now and then I want to eat everything on the screen. Yet, I will probably see Jiro Dreams Of Sushi on DVD at some point in my living room, likely while eating Safeway brand tortilla chips. This is the deep injustice of my life.