Best Sushi-on-Acid Experience Without Actually Having to Be on Acid

We're wandering around the Mission near the 16th Street BART station when we discover a mysterious little sushi joint. We enter, and are immediately overwhelmed. It's too much to take in. Have we been drugged? The décor seems to be the fusion ... no, the collision of a thousand different cultures and subcultures. Not a single thing matches anything else. Christmas lights, a Day of the Dead skeleton, stuffed animals, hundreds of Polaroids of random customers, track lighting, various religious relics, and a postmodern pastel drawing covering a framed Beverly Hills 90210poster. The handwritten menu bears little drawings of food items -- a smiling egg, a grinning fish. In a corner it reads, "No m.s.g. Yes l.o.v.e." We deduce that Country Station's décor is done by the customers themselves. We search our wallet and find a glowing picture of the Virgin Mary, which we tack on the wall next to a flier for a band called "Guitar Wolf." Eating and drinking, we're feeling a bit dizzy. We notice further peculiarities. There are no flat surfaces. Everything's uneven, off kilter. The room is almost moving. Maybe we're on a boat? The entire place seems to be held together with thumbtacks, clothespins, and string. It's one big beautiful fucked-up scene. In fact, dare we say, it's perfect.