In my sushi lunch yesterday with a fellow motorcycle enthusiast, I decided to try this morsel again. It was Troy’s second time too. He’s the one who gave into an impulsive inspiration and choose uni as a neighbor to his tobiko nigiri. We popped it in our mouths simultaneously, not letting the other back out of this uni pact. The flavor swirled like freshly scooped out brackish tank water, tasting of fish, and ocean, with an intensity I can only stand long enough to swallow quickly. My eyes lighted on one of the many restaurant fish tanks, glass walls collecting green algae, fish not particularly noticeable amid the tank toys. In a moment of flavor esp, I tasted that tank.
“Well,” I ventured once our eyes had stopped watering, “it has a nice texture”?