best-ever sushi
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
I'm getting like my mother, telling people about a fantastic meal I once had while travelling. Nothing wrong with that, I reckon. Here goes: today I had a piece of Mari's sushi as we ate at an unassuming little place in Hyuga, Miyazaki. It was a fish place, right on the wharf where the fish come in, so it's no surprise that it went well. But what surprised me in particular was that piece of sushi—it was perfect. I mean, about the best I'd ever eaten.
Now that's just one bit of raw fish, but my own meal—raw tuna in a garlic sauce on a bowl of rice was so good that I don't think it hit the sides on the way down. As fast as I ate, my father-in-law was right there, too, eating the same dish. Japan really is heaven for someone who likes to eat.
This is a map showing where Hyuga is: