no matter where you live in the world, it eventually dawns on me that well, people will eat just about anything. i mean, who is the first guy who looked at a sea urchin, or say a sea cucumber that thought “hey, this will make a nice snack!” i’m willing to say that it was probably on a bet.
it turns out that over 80 percent of the world’s population eats insects on a regular basis. and for a good reason… pound for pound, there are more insects and its ilk on earth than all the mammals and reptiles and birds combined. by far. while i’m not sure what japanese dish are made with bugs, i can for certain tell you that koreans eat, or at least used to eat such delectable critters such as grasshoppers(fried), and of course, bundegi, chrysalis of a moth… that is, a baby moth. still quite popular as a drink snack.
i’m willing to wager that drunk enough, one can be goaded to eat almost anything, no matter how repulsive, grody, or just plain weird and repulsive. such was the time when i ate, albeit a tiny little amount, of whale.
sashimi.
it was a one fine evening in kobe, and meeting up with a few of my old buddies, it was decided that we’ll be heading over to shinkaich district of kobe. shinkaichi is famous as an evening entertainment district, if you know what i mean.
but we, being cheap bastards that we are, we were not heading there for any unwholesome form of entertainment, rather, it was because apparently there are some mighty cheap beers to be had at a particular liquor store.
“we’re drinking in a liquor store?” i ask incredulously. i mean, it’s one thing to be drinking at a chain izakaya, but it’s a whole ‘nudder thing to be hanging out in front of a seven eleven or something drinking asahi out of a paper sack. “couldn’t we, you know, just drink at a proper izakaya?”
“trust me. this place is great. they have a good menu and the drinks are cheap,” replied my more shinkaichi wise buddy.
indeed, the place sells sake and such at its storefront, but round the back is a, well, a drinking establishment. quite conveneint, actually, and they were right. beers were cheap, and came in large frosty mugs.
they thought it’d be a hoot to order some whale, and while i’ve had whale before, this plate of blood-red slabs of whale flesh made me look at it with dubious eyes.

“i ain’t eatin that, you barbarians. whales are our friend.” i protested.
“yeah, well, i’m having some. i’ll try anything once” shot back my friend, which to me is a pretty stupid way to live your life. what, would you try a pinch of arsenic, then? or, how about a puff from a crack pipe? foolishness.
the whole evening these potential crack-smokers were cajoling me to eat raw flesh of a whale. hell, i didn’t even know what kind of whale it was. is it a minke whale? a humpback? or, heaven forbid, a sperm whale? i didn’t like the sound of that.
but you know how it is. alcohol can sure cloud your judgement and your morals, if sufficient amount has been imbibed. and, against my better judgment and moral repulsion, i did take a nibble. i nearly choked up as i realized now that i could no longer claim to be a whale sashimi virgin. i felt empty and hollow. the worst part was i was imagining a live healthy whale as i’m nibbling on his flesh. he has a reproachful look on his(or her) face as if to say “you suck.”

how did it taste? well, not having taken a substantial piece to really know, i’d guess it tastes somewhere between congealed mucus and raw beef, i imagine. but the horror! the texture is outworldly, akin to perhaps chewing on a tender earlobe of a sheep. yuk.
somewhere in the shrouded mists of times bygone, some dude somewhere sat around a beached whale and thought, “hey, i’m hungry, and i’m too lazy to build a fire. i think i’ll try a slab of this here whale meat. i’ll try anything once”.