There’s

store-bought sushi, conveyor-belt sushi, and then sushi made by a man whose family have been doing it in the same restaurant for five generations, this time with fish you have caught that day and until about three hours previously had been swimming in the deep blue sea.  I consider it an angler’s duty to cook any fish I kill but just ever so occasionally, it is a pleasure to ask a friend who happens to be a pro to deal with my catch (and I do make sure he takes a good cut of the bag as well for his own use).  I wasn’t disappointed this time, although after the second dish (well-peppered cutlassfish seared on a nuclear-hot pan with butter) I was a bit elevated in my spirits and forgot to take any photos of the cutlassfish arai (scorched then chilled in iced saltwater then sliced paper-thin), or the cutlassfish tenpura, or the fillets seasoned with nothing other than salt and lightly grilled (it needs nothing more) but hopefully these two photos convey a part of the deliciousness (and skill, devotion and dare I say affection, of the chef involved).  Thank you so much Mr. N.!

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s