Don't order this!
"So, this one looks good," said Baansabaay. "I think they are all different..."
Thus began a tale of woe and misfortune. You see, I was in a happy little restaurant where you order multiple times what you want and they make you pay at the end by splitting up the bill. Everyone is supposed to try everything.
While I didn't like the raw octopus, the pickled eggplant, or the sushi a lot, I WAS very interested in trying what I thought would be a fried "octopus ball." Instead of being treated to an octopus ball, I found myself the butt of a TERRIBLE TERRIBLE joke.
The true name of the dish ordered was "Russian Roulette." It sounds like its an ok food, but strangely, when the dish arrived, it was accompanied by a small dish of orange sherbert. "Who ordered this?" I asked. No one replied. "Oh well, lets eat," and with that I casually popped a small round ball of "Russian Roulette" into my mouth and began chewing.
The horror that insued can only be summed up with the words "His face! SOOOOOOOO RED!" and the following depiction of how truly terrible a fried WASABI (Super HOT Horsradish) and how many MANY alcoholic beverages I had to try to make the pain stop:
Thus began a tale of woe and misfortune. You see, I was in a happy little restaurant where you order multiple times what you want and they make you pay at the end by splitting up the bill. Everyone is supposed to try everything.
While I didn't like the raw octopus, the pickled eggplant, or the sushi a lot, I WAS very interested in trying what I thought would be a fried "octopus ball." Instead of being treated to an octopus ball, I found myself the butt of a TERRIBLE TERRIBLE joke.
The true name of the dish ordered was "Russian Roulette." It sounds like its an ok food, but strangely, when the dish arrived, it was accompanied by a small dish of orange sherbert. "Who ordered this?" I asked. No one replied. "Oh well, lets eat," and with that I casually popped a small round ball of "Russian Roulette" into my mouth and began chewing.
The horror that insued can only be summed up with the words "His face! SOOOOOOOO RED!" and the following depiction of how truly terrible a fried WASABI (Super HOT Horsradish) and how many MANY alcoholic beverages I had to try to make the pain stop: