Nattou my god

Right, I think finally it`s time I said more about that all-important topic - FOOD!
In the past three days I`ve been out two nights to restaurants with Yuuka`s family, first on Saturday for `kuru kuru` sushi - which is where the dishes come round on a conveyor belt and you pick off the ones you want. At the end they charge you according to how many plates you have piled up on your table; there are bronze, silver and gold plates for three different price levels. We had forty four plates and I was frightened of the cost, but Papa Koujisan paid, as usual waving away my attempts to contribute.
That night I tried many daring things, including salmon roe(Japanese caviar), kanimiso, and my old nemesis, nattou. First two of those were actually tasty, even though kanimiso looked like diahorrea, as I whispered to Yuuka and she then broadcast to the table. Nattou, if you don`t know, is a popular Japanese bean paste of a unique filmy, frothy consistency, like viscous spittle. Basically, its appearance is enough to make a rhino gag and the taste isn`t much better. On this particular occasion it was inside innocuous looking sushi wraps, which made it even worse; like lying down on a soft bed and knowing that a cockroach nest is going to fall out of the ceiling onto your head. After one wrap, consumed whole as is the Japanese custom, I was just able to get to my beer in time not to be sick.
From then on, I knew that nothing they could throw at me would be any worse. (In fact I love the food here - I`ve just concentrated on the worst for entertainment value).. Ok, next time I`ll write about the womanising monk. That`s a promise!