That being said--
I am a reasonably adventurous eater... once-- well there was that time in France that I ate cous cous on three separate occasions to prove that yes indeed it made me sick each time. But all that to say, I am not afraid to eat anything set in front of me. Rarely do I have any regrets (France notwithstanding) and often I find that I have now discovered a new food to eat and enjoy.
Well, last night I found I had a huge yen for some Korean food, unfortunately the place where first I discovered it had long been closed and was now replaced with a brightly colored Mexican restaurant that looked like they would put a skeevy sombrero on your head if it was your birthday. The only other place I could think to find it was in my father's neighborhood of Korea Town, but that was far to far to travel after work. I wanted to eat sooner than later.
I decided to be adventurous. The local Korean market had a small restaurant in it, and I had often wondered how it would taste. Not one for Grocery store restaurant food, I thought, hey you only live once, why not be adventurous.
"Its spicy" said the the humorless hostess.
I smiled broadly, thinking "Im African America, Tobasco is a food group in my home"
"Bring it on!" said I.
I really don't know what it was that did it.
was it the spice?
Was it the fact that they were a B?
or was it that I ate Pomegranates with it...
all I know is
I'm fairly certain I wont need to perform my French science lesson again to know I don't need to return...
Well, they say any meal you can live to walk away from and write a poem is a good meal...
They don't? well they should.
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