The Japanese Have Ears

Standing in an hour-long queue for sushi last night, I mulled over a way to reduce the waiting time: Chinese Whispers that the chef had diarrhoea and continued to touch the fish. Gross I know, and sadly the old lady in front of me left pretty quickly. I'm sure it was pure coincidence.

Actually my seat was in a direct line with one of the chefs battering a lobster to death. Now that's what I call fresh!

I know a much worse sushi-related real story, but I'll only tell you if you want to hear it.