Unless they pay a king’s ransom to get fresh fish air-freighted in (which maybe would make sense if you’re the private chef of a potentate who’s very particular about fish but insists on living in Nebraska or the Swiss Alps or somewhere, but wouldn’t make economic sense otherwise), that’s how it always is anywhere far from fishing ports and fish markets.
Having said that, frozen fish isn’t terrible, just mediocre if you’re used to freshly caught fish. Though if you’re having sushi or sashimi, it’ll have been frozen if the place complies with health regulations: for fish, “sushi-grade” just means that it has spent enough time frozen to kill any potential parasites that would otherwise be killed by cooking.

































As a bonus, not only does the sex-crime rate fall, but so does the number of wretchedly soulful singer-songwriter ballads.