A few moments after my order, a plate was sat in front of me that contained lots of fresh, white sushi slices…positioned just below the still-gasping decapitated fugu head. My dad was so disturbed that he asked the waitress to take the fugu head away while I happily chomped away at the delicious sushi. Well, at least I knew it was fresh!
The Wonderfully Tasty, and Deadly, Fugu