My brother was the first person who introduced me to the whole idea of sushi. When I lived in Liverpool, oh so long ago, we would occasionally meet to catch up and chat. One time he suggested we go to a place called Yo! Sushi, which is still in Liverpool One, where he taught me all you need to know about sushi.
He showed me how to mix wasabi with soy sauce to form the utterly wonderful dip for your sushi pieces. He taught me how it all works – how different colored plates are worth different amounts of money, and at the end you simply total up the value of what you’ve eaten. And most importantly – he showed me how utterly delicious sushi is.
Thus, coming to Japan, my urge to sample as much sushi as possible has run riot. Close to our hotel this week we found a small sushi place, and we’ve now been there for dinner once and lunch three times.
The sushi in Japan is, as you’d expect, utterly wonderful. It is also amazingly cheap: my girlfriend and I have comfortably eaten vast amounts of the stuff and still settled bills at only £5 each. You get unlimited free green tea as well, which keeps the drinks bill down.
But even more impressively is how the sushi is delivered to you. As well as the usual conveyor belt loaded with plates of fish, if you want to order a certain kind of dish you can do so using a small iPad suspended above your head.
Then, amazingly, the dish you ordered is delivered to you not by the hand of a waiter, but rather using a monorail.
Let me say that again: a monorail. Your plates arrive on a small carriage, which waits patiently whilst you unload your food before zooming off back to the kitchen who dismissed. Have a look at this:
So there you go. It seems part of your Japan experience now includes having raw fish delivered directly to your table by monorail.
Whatever next? (I actually shudder to think…)