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Kotobukiya, the Exchange’s sushi counter, is by far the cheapest sushi in the immediate Harvard area. Miso soup comes at $.99 a bowl, and each piece of sashimi is $.99 as well. One reason for the low prices may be that some of the fish arrives flash-frozen, a state deemed unacceptable at pricier restaurants. The tuna, salmon, and halibut are ordered straight from Boston, while the yellowtail, octopus, squid, flying fish roe and eel are all imported from Japan. The rolls are made fresh to order behind the counter. The fish’s texture...
...even 150-kilogram men aren't indestructible. In 2002, Takanohana missed seven consecutive tournaments due to a knee injury. He made an impressive comeback last September, but after losing last week to an opponent he would once have chomped like sashimi, he knew it was time to hang up the loincloth. "I have no regrets," he told the press. Maybe, but sumo's notoriously conservative overlords might, as Takanohana was the only active Japanese yokozuna. The most Japanese of sports may crown as its next champion a Mongolian named Asashoryu. Tsuneo Watanabe, the head of the Yokozuna Deliberation Council, said...
...little more than one's ego. That may have changed with the shocking murder last Friday of Diet member Koki Ishii. The 61-year-old Ishii was steps away from his car outside his home when he was stabbed repeatedly with what appeared to be a 30-cm sashimi knife by Hakusui Ito, a 38-year-old with ties to right-wing extremists. Ito fled the scene but turned himself in to the police the following day. The news stunned lawmakers, many of whom were in the middle of a budget debate when the murder took place...
...another line. A 30-something technician at a local hospital, he comes regularly after work to fish in the Han now that it's been cleaned up. "Sure there are fish here," he assures me. "Tons of mullet and carp. The mullet make excellent hwae." That's Korean for sashimi. I'm a bit incredulous that one would dare eat raw fish from the Han River. I find it difficult to exorcise memories of the Han's less wholesome days, when the river had all the appeal of dirty dishwater with an odor to match. The sight of several "keepers...
Toasty and relaxed from the bath, you don the yukata again and prepare for a lavish meal. In a private tatami room, matronly servers scuttle in with a parade of delicate courses--shimmering sashimi, crispy tempura, individual shabu-shabu pots. Meanwhile, soft futons are laid out in your room, where you will drift off to the gurgle of the river...