It’s kind of cute actually, this little fugu. A tiny, embryonic-looking fish with huge eyes and an enormous forehead, barely a tail, and miniscule gimpy-finding-nemo fins, it looks quite innocuous. But oh, mortality! for the predator who pisses little fugu off. The fugu explodes into an enormous ball, armored with deadly spikes, and looks like those military mines planted at the bottom of the sea. The amount of fugu poison that can fit onto a pinhead is enough to kill a man, and all the poison in a single blowfish could kill 30 men. Scary. Well, even in its military form, it’s still kind of cute. In a fish tank.
So leave it to those crazy Japanese (and I say that with the utmost respect,) to make fugu a highly-prized delicacy.
In Japan, they serve complete fugu dinners, with fugu as the star ingredient of each course from fugu sashimi to a type of fugu shabu shabu. Many a person has passed on to his foodie afterlife from eating fugu, and still people eat it. I guess that is the macho rush – the possibility of dying in the name of...food? It can only be prepared by a licensed chef, and my understanding is that these guys are only in Japan. The closest thing I’ve ever gotten to eating fugu is eating at Blowfish Sushi, the restaurant, and the only poison I’m putting in my body is cold, clear, and has a light cherry finish (sake).
But there is a place in Los Angeles that actually serves fugu - The Hump, a sushi restaurant located at the Santa Monica Airport, and there is a guy who is actually crazy enough to risk death by fugu poison. Yep, that's right. Eddie Lin of Deep End Dining (yep, he who has eaten duck fetuses and live octopus) has just announced that he will be partaking of fugu at the Hump very very soon.
Eddie has written Part 1 of his fugu adventure, an introduction to what he is about to do, and we are sure that we will see a Part 2 shortly after his fugu feast. The chefs at The Hump are licensed, right?














