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sashimi lunch set plus Shimizu no Mae sake There's a term called morbidly obese. I guess it's what I'm becoming. Why? Because I love food.....?


Tempura fried squid legs The longest held misconception about Japanese cuisine is that's healthy and good for you no matter how much you eat. If I binge on rice and tempura everyday I will get fat if I don't control how much of it I eat. I am not a glowing example of health and fitness at all and I don't want to steal the moment away from this gorgeous lunch set either, but I feel I need to clarify a point here. Firstly, I unhealthily consume unhealthy portions of healthy food on a daily basis, at unhealthy hours of the day. Does that mean that Japanese food isn't healthy? No. In America, I consumed unhealthy portions of unhealthy food at unhealthy times of the day and as a result I became unhealthy. However, I am unhealthier now than at any other time in my life, yet at the same time I am happier than at any other time in my life!!! I enjoy a well rounded life. My point is that fat people make themselves fat. Food can be whatever. It's a personal choice. I am a professional glutton with no serious plan to slim down. I have an obligation to consume as much delicious Japanese food I can stuff down my throat. Why? Because it's Japan and I have access to all the sake and delicious food in the world, so there.

Location:Tsukiji

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