Gross morsels of the sushi train on the Melbourne Cup

Jimmy Weasel - Tuesday, 7 November 2006 - 13:04:07 - print it raw

When the dust has cleared before the headache and the rank sushi has ceased its churning after spending the night fighting with sweet Asahi, certain truths are painfully obvious: TAB was once again the clear winner in today's Big Race.

"Wasted beyond repairs with so much karaoke and beer... and gross sushi train morsels... after exposure to the air, it should be thrown out, not given to payin customers..."

Victorians alone threw away $73 million by 6pm - about $4 million more than NSW.

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