Word: sushi
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Ideal date: After sushi and hot sake, sitting on the steps of Louie’s, forties in hand...
...like us. He understands our desire for the Next Thing, for something we haven't seen or done before. He shares our longing to have each experience be just a little bit bigger and more resonant than the last--our need to look at holographic fish while we eat sushi. And he knows our attention span is short, because his is too. What makes Rockwell different from other artists is that instead of being dismayed by our growing collective add, he embraces it. One of the many reasons he found designing the sets for Hairspray gratifying, he says, is that...
...SUNRISE ADVENTURE Jet-lagged? Head to the Tsukiji Fish Market, the biggest in the world, at dawn to watch fishermen hawking every water-dwelling creature known to man. Explore the outdoor arcade for exquisite kitchen goods and a sushi breakfast. Tokyo Metropolitan Central Wholesale Market, Tsukiji. GLIMPSE OF OLD EDO At Asakusa in historic downtown Tokyo, wander up Nakamise-dori poking through the stalls for souvenirs. Buy your fortune - translated into very bad English - at Sensoji Temple. POWER LUNCH Unlike its New York and London counterparts, Nobu Tokyo doesn't make you wait three months for a table. Plus...
...long ago most Americans thought of seaweed in the same way they did, say, pond scum. But U.S. consumers are munching more nori with their sushi. And they are also eating salads and soups with seaweed--imported and domestic. More than 950 tons of seaweed such as hijiki and nori were imported from Japan last year, up from 554 tons in 2000. Larch Hanson, proprietor of Maine Seaweed Co., has seen orders triple in two years. "Seaweed is healthy, and people are more health conscious," says Bill Morrison, owner of Seaweed Cafe in Southwest Harbor, Maine. Other companies, trying...
Nagasaki's best experiences are its surprises-like the kind stranger on a streetcar who invites me to dinner ("I have a daughter who studied English in Canada. Let me make you sushi!"). On my last Saturday in town, I am on my way to visit the Suwa Shinto Shrine when I hear the music of a parade. Two large drums, carried on the backs of robed festival participants, keep rhythm for a 20-person contingent. Men in suits and white-faced women in bright kimonos lead the procession down stone sidewalks, beginning the 168-step ascent to the three...