not ready for fish guts? welcome to my life in Japan...
wake up in the morning, and you are immediately presented with small fish and miso soup.
I'm willing to try pretty much anything once I've had some coffee and shaken off the haze. but my food tastes are at their most provincial in the wee hours of the morning, and in Japan they're right out there with the fish guts at fuck-all a.m. the miso I could get down. the fish... not so much.
oh, and as for the big fish, yeah, it's sashimi for giants. they had them queueing up out back, eating barrel-sized slices of tuna off of immense granite slabs, but picking them up between thumb and forefinger so daintily you'd almost forget the fuckers were forty feet tall.
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not ready for fish guts? welcome to my life in Japan...
wake up in the morning, and you are immediately presented with small fish and miso soup.
I'm willing to try pretty much anything once I've had some coffee and shaken off the haze. but my food tastes are at their most provincial in the wee hours of the morning, and in Japan they're right out there with the fish guts at fuck-all a.m. the miso I could get down. the fish... not so much.
oh, and as for the big fish, yeah, it's sashimi for giants. they had them queueing up out back, eating barrel-sized slices of tuna off of immense granite slabs, but picking them up between thumb and forefinger so daintily you'd almost forget the fuckers were forty feet tall.
yay monkey and your fish-eyes and fish-eating giants!!!
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