The Night I Became a Fish Person (Almost)

Ok let's make a checklist shall we

Fashionably late? ✔️  
Rainy drama? ✔️  
GPS leading me into the unknown? ✔️  
Struggling with chopsticks like a toddler? Absolutely.

Since it was a Japanese restaurant, I made sure to kindly request no meat, beef, or alcohol in my food—my host, being the kind friend he is, did his best to accommodate. But here’s the thing: when you’re late and the food is already there, you really can’t be picky.  

So, there I was, face to face with a beautifully plated fish—me, the person who loves Japanese food… but not the fishy part. My Japanese friend noticed my struggle (because, let’s be real, my chopstick skills were giving Mona Lisa energy), and before I could say anything, she deboned it for me. At that point, refusing was not an option.  

I took a deep breath… and survived.  

The chawanmushi? A delight. The miso soup? Comforting. The kimchi? Surprisingly good. The fish? …Well, I lived to tell the tale. Now, I’m home, sipping my hot rose and lychee tea, reflecting on life’s little surprises. Sometimes, you just roll with it—even if it involves a fish you never planned to eat.  

Would I order it again? Let’s not push it. But at least I didn’t drop anything with my near-Mona-level chopstick skills.  


#SmallWins #GPSvsMe #ChopstickStruggles #SushiWaveSurvivor #ILoveJapaneseFoodButNotFish 

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