Macho Sushi
February, 1984
Ok, you survived the first wave. After that initial hesitation, you plunged right in and proved that you could eat all the raw fish those little guys behind the counter could dish out. Like John Wayne leading an assault on Guadalcanal, you rallied those in your crowd who were faint of heart: Squid? Watch this. Sea urchin? No sweat. Your girlfriend was very, very impressed.But you should have known the Japanese, shouldn't you? Once again, they've lulled you into a false sense of security (though,...
