Food transcends being just food when you experience it in palatable symphonies, a sort of marriage of the senses and soul that when harmonised, make you say, this is straight from that elusive paradigm Plato was always going on about. I felt this today, dining at a small, renown sushi restaurant in Roppongi, Tokyo. The live ingredients, caught that morning, still retained a vibrancy in it’s flesh, lying in an irresistible lambency under white paper lanterns. I was in awe of each aesthetic arrangement, and the astute queue of sushi served to retain each individual piece’s delicacy and harmony with the course as a whole. The carefully paced rhythm conducted by the sushi chef, the elegant song of each fine-tuned ingredient, and the ingenious accompaniment with it’s timely punctuation, composed an unforgettable symphony on par with the London Orchestra. It is a synchronisation of the senses: vision, smell, taste, texture, that align so seamlessly, it caresses the soul, giving for a moment something that perhaps, might have been created by god, or in that perfect world of our good friend, Plato.