A fishy business (Part 1)

Off we went to the Tsukiji fish market - while we could have gone at 3am to queue up for the 4.30am tuna auction, after our early starts on our honeymoon, any more of those were vetoed by Rich. (Although Clare maintains that getting up at 5am for butterbeer was the best decision she has ever made.)

We rode the subway during rush hour - it was jam packed (not like how Corbyn's train was - it actually was full).  However as we are taller than 95% of the population there was no head in armpit situations for us - unlike the poor lady standing next to Rich at exactly arm pit height.  Unfortunately we couldn't get a photo of her mug in Rich's armpit... We could get a photo of Clare with another mug though...

We arrived at the outer market early enough to get sushi but late enough that Americans were running around asking which of the many little sushi restaurants were in the Lonely Planet guide and then standing in a 20 man queue to get into one of the 6-10 seater restaurants.  After perusing the options Clare spotted one that had 2 spots open and had another white couple in there, which made us think they may have a menu with pictures...

Even better than a menu with pictures was this mug with ones - and we found our own family fish as we now know an anagram of "Hakes".

They did have said menu with pictures. Score.

We could see them make the sushi - slightly more impressively than Rich managed in his sushi making class. 

After going through the menu, we chose the "special" sushi platter and some hand rolls. 

This is one of the handrolls - it was basically the best tuna sandwich Clare could imagine.

Then came the main event - the bit Clare has waited her whole life for.  Sushi breakfast.  It was so good that we took lots of photos.  Maybe too many but well we wanted to remember it (and make you all well jel).

We had no idea what some of it was but getting the superior option definitely paid off because the cheapskate couple next to us went for the "bargain" plate. It was poverty compared to our epic fayre. 

Then it was finally time for tourists to  enter the inner working market. Rich was in his element and took lots photos - unfortunately they are on his posh camera so you will have to be content in looking at Clare's photos - which, as you will see, are mainly of Rich taking photos...