Yep, Tokyo pretty much ended my stable yet passionate 8 year love affair with Salmon. A taste of Fatty Tuna’s buttery softness melting on the tip of my tongue sent any lingering feelings I had for Salmon to the back of my mind. If Jiro dreams of sushi, then I dream of force feeding a pod of tuna in a fish tank until they can barely swim and then jumping in with my mouth open. Whatever tuna sashimi I had in the U.S. were essentially tasteless pieces of grainy cardboard, but oh man, the tuna in Japan are big fat flavorful juicy buggers. I’ll always have a special place in my heart for Salmon, but Fatty Tuna is the king of my heart now.
Oh yes I did. I had sushi for breakfast. We got our butts out of bed my first morning in Tokyo at 5AM and headed over to Tsukiji Fish Market to line up for a taste of the famous Sushi Dai. Apparently 2+ hour lines are not abnormal at this little sushi bar hidden in an alley next to the world’s largest wholesale seafood market, but we got lucky and were seated in an hour. I can safely say that Sushi Dai gave me the biggest foodgasm experience in my entire life, the When Harry Met Sally “I’ll have what she’s having” kind of explosion in my mouth!
Midori Sushi in Shibuya! An affordable and extraordinarily tasty option if lining up at 5AM at the fish market doesn’t appeal to you.
Miso Soup.
TUNA. TUNA. TUNA. Foodgasm on a plate!
Sea urchin from the shell.
Scallop nigiri.
Fatty tuna nigiri in the back row, Botan-ebi nigiri (OMFG GIGANTIC PRAWN), and mackerel nigiri (the two that look like little pyramids).
That’s me gleefully sucking on shrimp brain. Extremely attractive, I know.
