Thumbing through the lonely planet we pick a famous sushi bar to have breakfast. Armed with just over a tenner each we queue for an hour, only to find the large set meal is £25. Slightly embarrassed we leave the queue and search for an ATM that will take our cards – not an easy task.
Eventually we find one and return to the sushi bar – queuing for 2 hours this time. When we enter we are warmly greeted and sit at the bar. The sushi is prepared in front of you using fresh fish from the market. After the first bite all memories of the queue are forgotten. The staff do their best to explain each one to us. “Sea Bass” Eel” “Sea Urchin” “Tuna” then one I hadnt heard of “Ras Wun”
So I start repeating “Ras Wun, oh ok, Ras Wun” before Leo nudges me and explains he was saying “last one”
But better was still to come.
The final dish is our own choice, so we asked the Chef to choose. He says something and I definitely remember hearing a chuckle. The sushi it arrives and it is very similar to Urchin, soft almost liver like. Leo says he enjoyed “popping the sushi against the top of his mouth“.
We ask what the dish was and the Chef points to the sign – in Japanese, so we take a photo and go about our day.
In the evening we present the photo to the receptionist at the hostel, she smiles and explains what we have eaten, see photo below, Winter Season, 2nd item on menu.
Sushi Bar
Spit or Swallow?