I was skipping through Uwajimaya earlier to get some fish for Kevin‘s FEFF-bbq tomorrow, hoping for inspiration to strike on where to go for my super spectacular birfday party. I came across a weathered Asian man who seemed to be coaxing a live geoduck out of its shell. Clearly, this was a man who didn’t fear such large clams, a man who would certainly know where the most challenging and rewarding food was hidden in the emerald city. “Sir,” I ventured, “where can I find food that will explode in my mouth, but in a good way?” Gripping his mollusk expertly, he turned and uttered, “Nishino, you idiot.”  I scuttled away whispering the words ‘thank you’ over and over…so that’s where we’re going..