If my wife had been present, she would have gotten very ill watching me eat my sushi.
First they gave me the unidentified appetizer dish, the “he eats here a lot, give him a freebie” mini-dish. Profound surprise follows: It tasted… fishy. I didn’t ask what it was but I ate it. Fishy in moderation is not so bad.
(Aside – have you seen Andrew Zimmern’s trip to the Cathai Fish Sauce factory? Turns out fish sauce is rotted fish.)
Then I ordered one of the month’s specials: daikon ravioli. Let me see if I can remember all the ingredients:
Raw salmon. Edamame (young soy beans). Roe. Pecans. Strawberries. Wrapped in thinly sliced daikon radish and served with a strawberry sauce. Each ravioli adorned with a wierdly thin and tall mushroom. Which I ate without complaint. Sometimes you just have to trust the chef.