After being fed sushi at several upscale hotels in Yokohama as part of some pretty good keiseki menus (and a botched French/Japanese fusion attempt at the Pan Pacific), as well as on a tatami floored boat, I started to think that perhaps I didn't like sushi very much after all.

And then on my last evening, in the last hour of what turned out to be 6 hours of free time out of a 10 day trip, my father-in-law took me to a sushi restaurant in Azabu-Juban.

Glorious! Sheer heaven. I couldn't stop hugging myself with pleasure at each new mouthfull. (The sake I had with it translated as 'bottomless' and was a dry one from Niigata, served cold in a segment of fresh green bamboo). The yuzu tinged tsukemono was wonderful, even the green tea at the end was excellent.

And I'd been all ready to decline the invitation...

Perhaps you could leave your wife in bed early one morning and get yourself to Tsukiji fish market. Find the longest queue outside the small sushi restaurants and join it. Time it right and she may not even notice you've gone.