To taste a tiny tidbit of toro is to tease the tastebuds. I mean I get this insatiable hunger for it once I get a taste, recovering alcoholic style.

Speaking of the raw, my friend and I went to Mitsuwa in Edgewater and picked up a few things for a snack. Well, I mean after we ate there. This was just a TV-watching-mindless-eating type of thing.

Uni, ikura and homemade spicy tuna over rice. Extra roe in the tuna for that seductive crunch. Oops I forgot that we made hamachi collar and pajeon, ie green onion and seafood pancakes, as well.

We stopped there because sometimes we did not want to pass the Orson Welles-level point of gluttony.