Holy shit. (Believe me, the language is totally justified.) The Snook and I went to dinner tonight to our new favorite Newtown place, “Asakusa”. It’s Japanese. The first time we had tempura and chicken and gyoza. Tonight, though, I was feeling adventurous. Not only did I eat an entire tempura prawn (that’s a big shrimp, to you Yanks), I also had “futomaki”, which is also known as “california roll” (seaweed wrapped around rice, prawn, egg, cucumber, and avocado). But even that isn’t the Highlight of the Week. My “bento box” came with gyoza, kara age chicken, and three pieces of actual sushi. Yeah, vinegared rice with pieces of raw salmon on top. It didn’t smell fishy, so I decided to give it a go. As per the Snook’s instructions, I put a tiny amount of wasabi on top and drizzled it with soy sauce. Then… a bite. It was good! In fact, I didn’t taste the fish at all. I was pretty surprised. The way some of y’all rave about sushi, I expected it to be a magical experience. Instead it was just… okay. I don’t get the fuss. The wasabi though… WAAAASAAAABI! Love it. I ended up eating the whole thing! Even the Snook was surprised. So this is pretty amazing, right? My family should be crapping themselves, at any rate. I have been pretty much phobic about any and all fish/seafood my entire life. And tonight I ate it RAW!