My Best Buddy Tricked Me Into Trying SushiFor the first 27 years of my life, I was strictly a meat-and-potatoes guy. I only ate three vegetables: lima beans, corn-on-the-cob and green beans.
I married a woman who introduced me to Indian cuisine, including a dish called saag paneer...cooked spinach with goat cheese. I was hooked. Within a few months, I was trying everything I could get my hands on. Except raw fish. No way, no how.
My buddy dragged me to a japanese restaurant. Dragged. I knew he liked sushi, and figured that he was going to get me to try it by taking me someplace where they didn't serve anything else.
To my surprise, they had quite a variety of non-sushi items, and I settled on a teriaki salmon dinner.
Plunk. My buddy plopped a something-or-other (ahi sashimi) on my plate.
"Try it," he says.
"It's raw,isn't it?" I replied.
He never said that it wasn't raw, but rather intimated that it was "prepared in the Japanese tradition," and therefore, cooked.
"This is raw,isn't it?" I asked, still munching and enjoying.
"It's good, isn't it?"
I now eat more sushi than he does.
My favorites: Unagi, ahi, sake, saba, tamago...with a Kirin, Asahi or Sapporro.