Sometimes I wonder if I am turning this into a food blog, but hey, I love food. In Japan I wanted to try fugu, and mama obliged. We found a busy restaurant hidden in a basement underneath Kabukicho, the famous red light district in Tokyo. I like that the chefs left enough poison in the fish to give you a numb feeling after eating some fugu.

Started off with some sashimi fugu, fugu salad, and sashimi fugu with green onions and lemons. 

Next, I washed it down with some Hirezake (fugu fin in hot sake).

Finally, fugu hot pot? I don’t know what to call this. The waiter placed a straw basket on a hot plate, added paper and then put in a circular plate. Then he added water, vegetables and fugu. Somehow it didn’t catch on fire, but was pretty good. Overall fugu doesn’t have much taste to it. The texture is a bit unique.