Now I’m going to try and keep this short because I can – no joke – speak about sushi for hours but instead I’m just can do a short post just to make everybody’s life easier.

The story starts in Tokyo.

The city of neon lights.

the city of technology.

The city of some of best damn food in world.

Me and my girlfriend are walking around the streets, lost and taking photos. Enjoying everything, nothing too serious. We’re in the beautiful part of the city where it’s a mixture of old and new –  friends on their phones and electric wires crisscross above us just like spiderwebs in an old Victorian mansion.

People are living their lives going about their days, people in smart business suits, old ladies walking just to make sure their knees don’t go.

My girlfriend and I were looking for sushi but we don’t really know where to look and we definitely didn’t plan it either.

But you don’t plan to find sushi it’s kind of like Harry Potter – the sushi restaurant finds you.

And that’s what happened as we walked passed an old grungy building set into the wall of the bridge as if it’s trying to hide. I squeeze my girlfriend’s hand, we look each other I casually nod my head towards the sushi restaurant. She knows her head back and we go in.

The door creeks as if it didn’t want to open.

It’s not very big, maybe 20 seats and most of the space is taken up by a huge rotating sushi train. Set around it are the seats.  It’s not loud but quite quiet as all you can hear is the gentle murmur of people talking about love, life, everything and nothing.

We’re lucky – right in the centre there are two seats open so we sit down and watch the sushi process before I start picking out some sushi. I look around and there’s two sushi chefs with a combined age of probably 120, but their hands move nimbly as they know what they’re doing is beautiful to see. They are confident in what they do and I hope one day that I’m as confident in anything I do.

I look at the walls; there’s old beer posters and signs that look to be light brown but I almost bet that it was once white. The sushi train passes me by and I just decide to go ‘gung ho’ – I grab a couple plates of some blue-fin fish and crab, slowly and methodically looking at it and taking some photos.

I didn’t know what to expect as I’ve never had sushi before so I slowly and tentatively pick up the pieces of sushi with my hands, the one with the bluefin and gently put it in my mouth. I take a bite and oh my god it’s absolutely delicious!

The rice is partially cooked like little tiny pillows with just the right amount and there’s a slight aftertaste of sourness from and the sushi. The bluefin is delicious as it gives the perfect creamy fatty fishy flavour. It’s as if you’re capturing the essence of the ocean and I cannot believe it.

I take that bite slow just like the first time you make love; you enjoy it, you remember it, you embrace it. You put it into a small recess in your brain something that you can go back to at any moment.

My girlfriend seems as if she feels the same thing we look at each other and smile both in each our own place and our own world entirely.

We pick up another.

And another.

And another.

There’s all different sorts of sushi, from classic to adventurous, and these were for me.

Like the eel with that sweet brown sauce tastes like candy.

It’s an amazing experience and the best part is it’s not pretentious, its just a sushi restaurant. Like those small-town diners where the food is just good. After about six or seven plates of sushi I’m full and realise my girlfriend feels the same things so we decide to finish.

I don’t know if it’s true thing about having too much of a good thing. I don’t think so but I am full and I didn’t want waste my money.

So we standup take our huge stack of plates which is used to calculate how much it cost and we pay.

Some of the best money I’ve ever spent, honestly.

I walk out of the creaking door which sounds a little angry as if it knows we’re leaving. If there’s such a thing as a door having a personality then this one definitely did!

Now I highly suggest even if you don’t like fish to try sushi in Japan. It’s an amazing experience, like going to America and having a burger. Always be adventurous with the things you put your mouth, ha!

I love you all and I hope you enjoy the post I could talk about sushi forever, honestly – the history and science, the cost, what it does to the oceans, the good the bad and ugly, but as it stands right now I have crossed another thing off my bucket list.

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I love you all and I see you in the next post.

Love Dane