'Cause it's never touched a frying pan

As some of you know, I'm a huge fan of Japanese cuisine and will happily eat my own body weight in sashimi. Last night saw us experimentally trying out a new restaurant off Baker Street (called Nambu-tei), which turned out to be rather nice. It has an overwhelmingly large menu, which leads to confusion as by the time you've decided on three things to eat you've forgotten the first two. By the time you've remembered them, you've lost the third item and can't remember its name.

By misunderstanding a question early on, and then placing a slightly peculiar order (yes, I did want two kinds of soup), I managed to convince one of the waitresses that I was an idiot - or at least that I had no real clue what I was ordering.

I did have some clue - but the trouble is that Japanese food, and its serving, is ( just complicated )