I once went to a restaurant in Tokyo's Ginza where the English was a little less solid than in most you find in that area. The waitress was charming and cute, so I figured, what the hell, I'll ingratiate myself and safe some work. "Would you order for me? Just bring me the things that you like."
Besides my colleague inviting our waitress to come and live with him, two things happened. The second thing was, the meal ended at about the appetizer level of my normal volume (and I'm a light eater by American standards.)
The first thing that happened was one of the dishes was the best sashimi I have ever tasted in my life, and I have eaten a boat load of the stuff in every kind of restaurant from the crudest to the most refined. I asked my helper what the dish was that I had enjoyed so much.
She replied, with a sweet smile and a heavy accent, "Oi-o."
Not a fish I had ever heard of. I pressed for more info.
"Beeg fish. REEAALLY beeg fish."
Hmm.? Oh my god, Oi-o is whale! I would never have ordered it myself, but heaven help me, it was delicious.
For the record, it didn't look like the photo, which I hope was frozen meat. It looked like the very lean tuna known as maguro, only a bit darker red.