Living disorderly in an ordered country
Every thing in Japan is “Just so”. Even the things that don’t seem that way are that way for a reason. When a fish shop buys in salmon, they buy in full sides of fish and slice them up into regular cutlet shaped pieces. At either end is a piece that doesn’t look right. What to do with it? Sell it to an Australian who doesn’t really care what shape his fish is and sell it to him at a price that makes it too good to leave.
When it is grilled, this is what you get. Tell me that doesn’t look great!















When it’s in your stomach, does it really matter HOW it looks?