Sushi "Wakaname" was the allotted venue for our final 'repast'. A lithe oriental woman poured out Asahi japanese beer as Brother-in-law Ayk, well versed in these delicacies, ticked all the boxes on the multiple choice menu. Saki, no doubt at the correct temperature, was dispensed to the diners, which engendered a certain warmth to the anticipation ...
The Japanese tea cups, Saki receptacles and beer bottles made way for what looked like a scale model of a Viking long boat crewed by ranks of carefully arranged and freshly made Sushis. Flying Fish caviar the colour of Holly berries, raw eel, tuna, salmon with strawberries, and probably sea urchin, since it was somewhere on the menu...
Not knowing what you're eating can be useful in masking any native prejudice against a complete experience of taste and texture. Isabelle said of me "that a few years ago, I would have simply refused to go to any kind of Sushi restaurant". But now in this new era of detente, the motto has to be "Moins rigide, plus heureux!" - (Less rigid, more happy!)
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