Friday, February 17, 2006


The Guardian, G2

By Alex Kapranos

I am eating in Osaka and entrust myself entirely to the perfect taste shown by my Japanese hosts. Akiko and Fukima translate the menu - symbols painted on teak tickets that hang from brass pins on a board. Smelt, sashimi, fugu. Fugu? Isn't that blowfish?

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