I’m a big fan of sushis.
I love their scrumptious texture, the oily sensation they distil on your tongue, their melt-in-the mouth quality.
That’s when they are good of course. And fresh. Which is scarcely the case.
I don’t know if this is so in the US or England – I’m sure it’s not in Japan – but in France, or in Paris at least, Sushi restaurant are more often than not managed by Chinese people.
I discovered this a few years ago, when I was having lunch at a little sushi place and I heard the sushichef speaking Cantonese to one of his waiters.
Oh, and they had ha-kao on the menu. And spring rolls.
I know. I’m quite sagacious aren’t I ?
