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Out with the new and back with the old

UPDATE: Hui Chuan sold and has been renamed Little Lilly Sushi. It has an entirely new menu. 

Any time a child gets a new toy they seem to forget about the old one. Nothing is wrong with the old toy, it's just not new. The Toy Story movies are all about this phenomenon.

It's hard to keep the modern human's attention for very long and Fort Worth has received many new and flashy toys lately: bowling alleys, restaurants galore, shops and more. With that we've forgotten about our older friends, like one of Fort Worth's original sushi joints – Hui Chuan on West Camp Bowie.

Don't get me wrong, I've enjoyed the new places and they have something different to offer. But nothing compares to the friendliness, intimate atmosphere, calming music and fresh fish like Hui Chuan. It is still my favorite place to eat, especially when craving Super White Tuna sashimi. It comes with a light sauce and a jalapeno sliver. The fish never tastes ... well, fishy.

Today I checked out their lunch specials. I went with option A for only $8 (there are 4 options). It included piping hot miso soup, a fresh and colorful house salad and a plump California roll. All was filling and good. The salad had a light vinaigrette dressing, baby field greens, strawberries, green apples, cantaloupe and fresh cracked black pepper. Yum!

I challenge you to pull those old toys out of the closet and let them know you haven't forgotten about them.

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