Were you at Harutaka?
Were you the guy seated in front of the itamae at Harutaka, on Monday night? If you were, let me give you some neighbourly advice: When the chef is forming your uni nigiri, don't stop him with a flurry of, "Excuse me! Excuse me!", then pull out your phone, show him a photo in a blog (taken four years ago, in summer, with a different specimen, served in a bowl) and say that you want it done "this way". You may have noticed that Takahashi-san was incredibly patient and polite with you. You also may have noticed that your bill arrived before everyone else's. Your outburst certainly didn't go unnoticed by the three regulars ordering okonomi style to your left, who started requesting out of season fish in good-humoured jest. Hope you got good photos. Because that's what it's all about, right?
A compromise was awkwardly reached. The customer seemed happy with what he got and noisily snapped half a dozen pics in celebration.
My no-nonsense dairy farming grandfather had an old saying too: "The things you see when you haven't got a gun!"*
*Meant figuratively not literally (^_−)−☆