Someone that I used to work with was sent to Japan on business. One evening his Japanese hosts took him out for a meal and the interpreter was explaining how wonderfully fresh the fish was there.
My mate was led to a tank of fish and asked to choose one. He thought that the fish would be taken to the kitchen to be prepared for him, so he went back to his table and waited. A few seconds later, a waiter appeared with the fish in a net and a large block of wood under his arm. He placed the wood on the table, lifted the fish out of the net and placed it on the wood, and with a sudden movement of his right arm, plucked a large knife from his belt and stabbed it through the fish, pinning it to the board...
The guest looked on in horror as the fish wriggled about. The interpreter proudly announced that this was indeed
VERY fresh fish, and he could have the honour of taking the first slice!
Cultural differences, eh?
