“Is that corned beef?” I asked, dumbfounded because the Japanese are not known for eating the deli-sandwich staple. There was even a dab of Dijon mustard on the plate.
“Try it and guess,” replied my coworker Shigeo Asanuma, who goes by the nickname Shiggy.
So I did. The meat was salty and chewy, though a bit tougher than corned beef. There was also a strip of white fat clinging to it. I stuck to my guns–had to be beef.
“Whale,” Shiggy said.
“I hope you’re not a member of Greenpeace.”