Friday, August 7, 2015
Tsukiji fish market of Tokyo
The freshest sushi I have ever eaten in my life was in the Rock Islands of Micronesia. A local fisherman pulled the fish out of the sea, and we were eating sashimi within the hour. It was all very simple and perfect. Supply is all about the vertical. It all starts somewhere. I was there.
Catches come from all over the pacific, from countries like Palau that have GDPs the size of Series D balance sheets. The fish are flown to Tokyo for the world's top fish market. Basically, Tsukiji is to fish what Wall Street is to money and finance (or was). Money passes through the markets. Fish passes through Tsukiji.
The place is part circus part aquatic slaughterhouse, with all manner of peculiar vehicles, people, critters, smells, and sights.
Friday, July 17, 2015
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Pizza on the beach
I have, in my life, eaten a lot of meals. Good meals. And There has been sandwiches, lots of sandwiches. There has been glory. I have eaten a 7 course meal at the highest restaurant in the world over the sands of Dubai. I have dined on the finest of Bologna atop the city state of San Marino. The Peninsula in Hong Kong. Ceviche at La Mar in Peru. Bistecca alla Fiorentina. The freshest tuna in the world right off the beach in The Rock Islands of Micronesia. I could go on like this like an asshole for hours. Hell, I kind of did.
But sometimes, you just can't beat some pizza, any beach, and the sunset. We put the world on hold. The life you lead becomes a whisper. The crash of the ocean a distant beat. Even Domino's will do.
Sunday, July 12, 2015
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Monday, July 6, 2015
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Thursday, February 5, 2015
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