Like the Beyoncé of fish porridges, this bowl of Aji Ochazuke commandeered eyes effortlessly. A full-bodied beauty, its quiet but charismatic presence drew everyone in like a magnet. Spending a few seconds (in my friend Szeliang‘s case, about a minute at least) devoted to simply inhaling its “breath” and marveling at its existence was the least we could do before plunging in to savour one flavourful slurp and bite after another.