I love sea food. So, I am unable dismiss sushi as raw fish! But my first two attempts at eating sushi ended up as damp squibs. On both occasions, I started with a lot of gusto despite the warnings to take it slow and easy. My enthusiasm died after a couple of bites into the food. Then I quit.
I tried sushi for the first time in 1999. After a gap of three years, I tried it again in 2002. When I shared this experience with good friends who are also sushi lovers, they urged me to try it again with the right mix of wasabi and sauce. But I could never gather courage to do so. It is not the raw fish but the possibly unfinished plate of food that bothered me.
A newfound friend in Paris took me to a sushi restaurant last week. This time, my friend explained all the “how-to”s of eating sushi. After dipping into the sauce with wasabi, sushi turned out to be a pleasure ride. Moreover, a whole new world opened in front of me; a world of Japanese restaurants. I do not have to restrict myself to Hibachi.