“Mmmmmmmy God this is so good,” I mumbled, chewing the sushi in slow motion, savoring every molecule of texture and flavor. “Mmm-mmmmmm… good lord.”
“Excuse me.” Steve–my friend and colleague–waved to the sushi chef, who was busily chopping ginger on the other side of the counter.
“Ah… yes-uh?” The chef stopped his work.
Steve proceeded very slowly: “What-kind-of-fish-is-this?” He pointed to the silver slice perched atop the ball of molded rice in front of him.
“Aji,” the man replied.
“Aji?” repeated Steve.
“Aji. Hai,” confirmed the kind-eyed chef. “How do you say in Eng-uh-rish-uh?”