It's a mystical sea said to hold every type of fish in the world! From North Blue, South Blue, East Blue, and West Blue - for some reason, they all gather there, making it a chef's paradise!

... So of course, it's not supposed to exist. [Said with a wry smile. It's not a criticism so much as an acknowledgement that he's truly chasing a dream here. Then, a pause, as he weighs between holding too much back or sharing more than he usually would.

Eventually he decides the latter feels the lesser crime today, so he continues] I caught a lot of shit for it as a kid. All the chefs on the Orbit thought I was being stupid.