This is a real Japanese commercial, perhaps a tad salacious, but certainly not NSFW.
Hmmm…Mom and I are going on the “Tour de Coops” tomorrow (leaving Dad at home to watch over their own flock), and we’re going to have to eat lunch somewhere….
Not very appetizing.
If they wish to show a Makizushi (roll) do they depict it with an orgy?
Hmmm. I don’t know what to say. A lot to process.
So the next time I head out for sushi I’m supposed to imagine I’m a cannibal?
Am I the only one getting a suggestion from youtube to play the clip “Half-Ton Killer” after this?
I dare not…
Hmm…not sure what to think about that. Doesn’t really make me want sushi… :-0
It tangentially of reminds me of those various animal auto-canablism signs for restaurants.
We seem to be reaching consensus here…hmmmm.
Well, that was different.
This didn’t whet my appetite. And it reminded me of the paint project I’d like to tackle this winter.
That was, weird.
Reblogged this on Mark Solock Blog.
On a scale of zero to weird … that’s Japanese.
Orthogonal, even to my “weird” axis.
I’m philosophically antagonistic towards sushi, since seafood is an unsustainable food source, but on my birthday my brother, his wife, and 6-year-old son, took me to a retro diner in a nearby mall where the dishes circulate between the tables on a conveyor belt. Each serving costs the same, so you just pick up a plate and stack it for the final tally.
I think I only chose the sweet cooked eel myself, but I finished whatever anyone else ordered in excess, reacquainting myself with the dubious but irresistible satisfaction of admixtures of soy with wasabi. It went down easy, sinfully satisfying.
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