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Saturday, July 18, 2015

Fishy Lines and Dreams of Sushi



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Let's get down to fishy business, and eat some sushi...
Wide awake at 4 am thanks to jet-lag, I immediately set off for Tsukiji Fish Market, the largest wholesale fish and seafood market in the world. I zigzagged through the outside market's maze of tiny restaurants and stands, only a few of which were already open for the early birds. The inner market, on the other hand, is restricted to wholesalers, to prevent tourists from clogging up business transactions. I was after one of the free tickets limited to 120 visitors per day (except Sundays) to watch the exciting tuna auction inside. What could possibly be so exciting about a tuna auction in a warehouse full of mammoth dead fish lying on the ground and weary workers?

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Fog shrouds Tsukiji, which begins bustling before the sun rises.

I caught a glimpse of the lively and fun auction on TV when ABC's "I Survived a Japanese Game Show" contestants were given tickets. The auctioneers chant loudly (and sometimes "dance" along passionately), while expert buyers bid with cryptic hand signals to keep precious tuna prices a secret from new buyers. Websites I read online said people could start lining up at 4 am to enter the 5-6am auction. Maybe that was the case several years ago, but now tickets are off the shelf by 3 am! It will be difficult to find another chance to see the tuna auction again, because the famous fish market is moving to Toyosu, a man-made island, in 2016.

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Refreshing clam soup for the dejected traveler...
Downcast that I had missed one of the most anticipated sights of my trip (and life ever since I watched that game show), I wandered aimlessly. After being nearly run over by dozens of carts loaded with fish, I stumbled upon a long line for a closed restaurant around the corner. Mob mentality suggested that I wait in this line, and many others behind me followed suit. I eavesdropped on conversations to figure out more, but all I learned was that a lot of Chinese and American tourists were waiting in line hoping for something good, not really knowing what was so good. I smelled that either to-die-for sushi, or a marketing ploy was responsible.

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Turned out, this fishy line was for Sushi Dai, one of the best sushi bars in Japan.
2 hours later, the line moved 2 feet. I gave up, humiliated from missing out twice now. I immediately bought some sakura onigiri at a stand. It tasted delicious but also salty like tears, the best antidote for a starved, sleep-deprived human. Later, I read online that people found 2-4 hour waits for Sushi Dai's reasonably priced and arguably freshest sushi totally worth it. People start lining up as early as 2-3 am! Throwing in the white towel, I ate at Tsukiji's Sushizanmai with my family instead.

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No lines needed for the sushi at this chain-restaurant that Hide from the Munro lab recommended to me! Still satisfying and reasonably priced!
One taste in particular that amazed me in Japan was uni. In China or America, I tend to avoid sea urchin. It usually looks and tastes repulsive to me. But at Sushizanmai, the sea urchin tasted like butter and melted in my mouth. I expected fatty tuna to taste divine, but that uni's sweetness is surprisingly the winning sushi experience I remember to this day.

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Osaka signs! Even though it's the traditional way of eating sushi, I cannot stand eating with my bare hands in general.

Conveyor belt + freshly made sushi
Other fishy tales: the bluefin tuna I ate when visiting John in Kyoto was really good too! (= The fun and cheap conveyor belt sushi in Osaka reminded me of the Japanese manga/drama Nodame Cantabile! Crazy but talented pianist Nodame somehow charms the prickly, privileged Chiaki-sempai, another talented pianist who becomes a famous conductor and her future boyfriend. My favorite scene is when she tries to cheer him up by treating him to sushi. The color of the plates indicates the quality/type and the price of the sushi, so at the end, you pay by the number of plates you stacked up. Instead of taking cheap 100Y plates, he takes gold 400Y plates, eats only the fish, and offers poor Nodame "ginger sushi"! Too funny!


Now that I'm back in America, I just want to watch the movie Jiro Dreams of Sushi to ogle at 3-star Michelin sushi-making. This documentary is more about the art and precision involved in professional craft, and crushing expectations of 85-year old Jiro Ono (still alive with rice grains on his fingertips), considered to be the world's greatest sushi chef.

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Dreams inspire me to work harder, and eat more sushi.
How else did Jiro Ono achieve such acclaim and respect except through his diligent work ethic. Those around him, like the shrimp dealer, feel a need to match, even if remotely, Jiro's industriousness: "These days the first thing people want is an easy job. Then, they want lots of free time. And then, they want lots of money. But they aren't thinking of building their skills. When you work at a place like Jiro's, you are committing to a trade for life."

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Raw squid, raw shrimp, raw fish. I cannot recall the name of that fish...
Jiro's eldest son will likely succeed him, but his father's heavy shadow looms over him: "Always look ahead and above yourself. Always try to improve on yourself. Always strive to elevate your craft. That's what he taught me." When you are raised like this, but feel unable to elevate yourself to your father's level, how do you keep the power to stay motivated every day?

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I don't actually know what I ate here, besides the edamame and snail.
When I think of this movie, I don't find sushi-making and doctoring to be that dissimilar. Relatives in China who heard that I will become a doctor slapped me in the back, "Congrats, you're going to make tons of money!" Yes, doctors are well-paid (depending on the specialty), but the work hours and years of training required don't equate the time I could spend on luxury. My grandma looked at me disapprovingly, "As a girl, you shouldn't suffer like that, just marry early and well." In the future, I may see friends working in other fields starting families earlier or having more free time to explore life after work and on weekends. I may face many problematic expectations of women in the working world, or a patient's hope that I can fix everything when I am only human.

But once I saw my mother's father in hospice care, paralyzed on the bed because of a broken spine and having delusions about having a grandson who will carry on his last name (my uncles only have daughters), I clung harder to my decision to work at the bedside. Devote my life to those in pain, improve my faulty self who weeps over tuna (or lack thereof), and sharpen my skills... until I am the one that lays on that bed.

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When I saw this store, I thought of sushi socks from Cooking with Dog...
"Once you decide on your occupation... you must immerse yourself in your work. You have to fall in love with your work. Never complain about your job. You must dedicate your life to mastering your skill. That's the secret of success... and is the key to being regarded honorably." - Jiro Ono, Jiro Dreams of Sushi (2011)

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    1. Haha, I guess the cute fluffy sushi rolls didn't diffuse the intensity enough... :P

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  2. I went to Sushi Dai! It took us four hours to get in, just in time for lunch :P

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    1. Wow you guys are impressive!! The longest I've ever waited is 2 hours for the Las Vegas buffets!

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