THE WORLD DIGESTED

Gone with the wind and time—we say good bye to Tsukiji, to the sea, to edomae and to the fish. Forgotten and foregone is the art of nimono a

Now, there is no argument that ceremony is dead: it is dead in Japan, it is dead in the U.K., and it is dead just about everywhere and anywh

In the heart of quaint Ningyo-cho, one of the few districts in Tokyo which still wears Edo on its sleeve, or a shield against modernity, is

Choice – it is the prerogative of the modern citizens. Choices are abundant, and we take them for granted. The ability to choose – Isn’t it

Tokyo is a restless kaleidoscope of colors red, blue, green, yellow, orange. The neon signs flashing, the fluorescent blazing, Tokyo is inun

We are insatiable, our appetite bottomless and our greed boundless. More, more and even more, we cry out. There are countless blogs, guidebo

His nigiri are slender and streamlined. His sushi rice is salty and acidic, and even hard. Yes, the rice is finished with a tiny hard core -