Sushi Milkshake

This morning I woke up with the nonsense phrase “sushi milkshake” in my mind.

I’m uncertain whether I was dreaming about the simple existence of a milkshake made of sushi (i.e. blended raw fish, dried seaweed, rice and milk, I guess?) or if I dreamed about going to a sushi restaurant with someone where we drank regular milkshakes. (Does one “drink” a shake, by the way? That sounds weird to say. I think I’d usually say “I had a shake” instead of “I drank a shake” or “I ate a shake.” Definitely not “ate.” “Had” or “consumed” seem the most proper. We don’t really have proper verbs for dealing with quasi-solid foods. Come on, English. Get with the program.)

(EDIT: Wait, of course you drink a milkshake.)

I do have a strong desire to seek out a local sushi place that might serve milkshakes, just to check how delicious they are. That would be a wonderfully unexpected recommendation: “You have to go to Matsuya. The Hidden Dragon Roll is great, but the chocolate shakes are the best in town.”

I did a Google image search for “sushi milkshake” and didn’t find anything satisfactory, except for this, which was about five pages into the results:

Enough, now, about sushi milkshakes.