There’s a great scene in one of the Indiana Jones movies where they serve up chilled monkey brains and the girl just isn’t having any of it.
I had a similar experience at dinner tonight. The whole Fulin’s Asian Cuisine visit was discombobulated from the get-go. We were seated in an echo chamber. There was no silverware or napkins. I had to walk the restaurant in search of our waitress to ask for some after our salads came out. Everything took forever. But finally they brought out my vegetable tofu casserole, which had the description “For the vegetarian in all of us” below it on the menu. It came in a little covered casserole dish. It’s what I always get. I scooped the vegetables and tofu cubes onto my plate beside the brown rice.
I was moving it around inspecting one of the tofu cubes. It appeared to have blown out. It was flatter than it should have been and the color was off. Looking closer I saw it had long grooves and little circles. That’s odd. Puckered circular shapes in long rows… “AAAAAAHHHHHH! TENTACLES!” I think I might have yelled as I shoved the top on it and pushed it all to the center of the table.
It was truly traumatizing! A large black couple at the next table was having a good laugh at my expense until I made eye contact with them and they looked down and resumed eating.
The manager partially comped our dinner, which was still over $100. I don’t know if I can go back there. I guess I’ll get over it. But seriously, body parts? Arms? Tentacles in your dinner? Sick!