An office party at a hole-in-the-wall izakaya turns sour in a hurry when Atlantic blog contributor David Nakamura samples what he thinks is beef.
“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.”
The irony, as the excellently written post reveals, is that Americans encouraged the Japanese to eat whale during post–World War II reconstruction as a cheap source of protein. Now it’s Americans who are rattled to the core by the thought of eating whale, endangered or not.