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Monday, June 25, 2007
When my friend Risa came over from Japan to visit last month, I kept pointing out how Japanicized the rest of the world has become:
"What?!" I said aghast. "The Japanese love to show off all the cool things in Japanese culture. I mean, there are women who wait all their lives to rip off a foreigner's clothes and dress them in the best kimono. And there are people who can't resist feeding live fish to some naive outsider so that they can taste the freshest meat money can buy."
"But that's the problem," said Risa.
As the rest of the world realizes that sashimi is damn good, there's less tuna to go around. Now that any Russian mafioso can take his girlfriend of the week to sample fresh tuna in Moscow or any Joe Bob in Lubbock, Texas can stab his toro with his chopsticks, the big fish's numbers have dwindled.
Thus the export of one of the hallmarks of Japanese culture, its cuisine, means that the Japanese themselves may soon be pushed out of the market. This is what has many Japanese complaining.
According to the New York Times, some chefs have experimented with venison and horse sushi. Others have studied North American abominations like our mouth-bursting everything-in-the-freezer-plus-tobiko rolls.
Hopefully this insanity for all things Japanese will bring over a few things I miss about Japan: paper stores that have nothing to do with scrapbooking, hanafuda, Ayako Miyawaki exhibits, Gegege no Kitaro, Doraemon comics, real Japanese onsens, Japanese panties (more comfortable and pretty than ours), and good customer service.
I actually read that tuna article a couple of days ago and said to myself "shit, no wonder it's been hard to find at the kaitenzushi."
And yeah, I doubt the best thing about Japan (quality customer service) will ever make it back home. It's not "weird and exotic" enough for people to be interested (though it should be!!).
So it isn't just the Japanese overreacting - you've noticed it too.Post a Comment
That's too bad. Some of my happiest memories of Japan are the tunas. Mmm, maguro.
I suspect that Boston cannot have as bad customer service as Vancouver. We rival Romania and China in bad customer service.