We once lived somewhere, I can't remember where, although I think it was Knoxville, but it really doesn't matter. They had good bait.

Wherever it was, it was when I discovered that Yoski was right...I like a Quail Egg in my Sake. He taught me the only way to appreciate sake, is to bust a Quail egg in it...the first glass shot, and slam it. He was so right.

Me, and "Soup Cooling Lips" would head out for some bait and sake, and, as usual, ended up at the friendly neighborhood Sushi Bar. It had that "ting ting atmosphere".

Yoski, the Sushi chef, and I became friends, probably because I knew the importance of his "tip jar", but friends nonetheless.

Anyway, he was good at what he did, he was proud of what he did; he had been trained to do it...and do it well. A very interesting guy. A very intense person...proud of his trade.

He was left-handed.

I've always appreciated a nice blade, and I've always known the Japanese produced some of the finest...but I never realized they took it all the way down to the bait knife.

That's right...they fold the steel for the blades of their Sushi knives with the same meticulousness and craftsmanship as a Katana. They even angle the edge to serve the end-users preference...Left or Right hand.

Now, he had a beautiful knife…but it would only serve a left-handed person…I held, and tried the angle…but it wouldn’t work for me…I’m right handed.

I think everyone needs to appreciate this.