Tear. Am I the only one who will miss the Eastside's super-cheap, delightfully decrepit sushi place while it’s being poked and prodded by health inspectors? Whenever I eat there, I feel like I'm in a factory—but in a good way, like I'm a very meta robot reconstructing myself out of pieces of nigiri on the robot assembly line. Plus: They have free tea! What’s not to love? Here's to hoping for a quick re-open—salmonella be damned.