The name of the locale proved to be a double-edged cooking knife: while it was supposed to be appealing to culinary sentimentalism and melancholia over lost Rokugan, the competition soon started to drive the point that the fish there is not fresh and doctored to look nice. But it indeed looks good in its own wild, haphazard way, tastes good and smells like a fish. Your intestinal issues may be because of dirty hands or that strange breakfast the other morning.