But I have read a thing or two about cultural relativity and I'm pretty sure that we need to chill on the criticism of all things Japanese before we lose sight of ourselves.
Sorry, I'll tune in again at bed time, but right now I've just got to hand-sharpen my new Japanese carbon-steel knife and mince shallots for the red-wine reduction sauce I'm slathering on those dry-aged rib-eyes that I got from Joe the Butcher, my new best friend.