I remember ordering – by happy accident – seared chicken breast skewers from a tiny restaurant buried away at the back of the Nishiki markets in Kyoto. There, I ate real wasabi for the first time, grated directly on to my food immediately before eating. And there, I ate what was, in effect, raw chicken, with the outside deeply seared, like a medium rare steak. Incredible.
-1 November 2016
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