Everyone knows Puffer fish as the weirdly defensive fish that can blow itself like a hedgehog when scared, some people know Puffer fish as the insanely poisonous fish – 1200 times more so than cyanide and without an antidote – that crazy Japanese people eat, Japanese people see Puffer fish as Fugu, a rubbery delicacy.
Food in the UK is safe, there’s never any danger of becoming paralysed and slowly suffocating to death. There’s no risk of keeling over in the restaurant because your chef forgot to take out the poison sacks hidden around your food. It’s a strange sensation, eating a food that you know can kill you, something you can never really get used to. But on you go, trudging your way past the fishtank where your future food swims around, oblivious to it’s gruesome, yet delicious barbequey end.
Having absolutely no idea what any of it means, you do the typical British thing, BBQ. None of that slimy raw stuff; nice, charcoalled, BBQ fish was the safest option. Yet you still get served a plate of raw sliced fish – sashimi- and you stare at it while the freshly cut out heart still beats on your plate. Like it hasn’t realised it’s dead, it beat rapidly, trying to pump the invisible blood around its no longer present body.
They served us a huge platter with every edible part of the fish displayed the piece de resistance, the prior mentioned beating heart.
Dipped in sauce and sizzled on the centrepiece mini BBQ, it’s surprisingly nice and definitely worth a return visit. It’s no Blackpool cod by any means but I guess it’s better than nothing.