Here's the thing about me: I hate trying something new.
I always stick to the things I know. I'm very scared of trying new things. It takes a great amount of adrenaline rush for me to try something out of the ordinary.
Like going rock climbing on my 20th birthday. My drive was "I'm 20! It's time for me to face my fear of heights!". Did it cure my fear of heights? Nope. Get me on the 2nd or 3rd floor of KLCC and you'd see me edging away from the side railings because I seriously get sick if I see how high above the ground I'm at. But it was great fun though.
Or maybe just a great amount of being bored of the same thing.
Like my decision to chop almost half of my hair length last summer. "If I have to live with this hair for ONE MORE DAY.....". Seriously, I had the same hair style for at least 9 months, anything "drastic" that I did to my hair within that 9 months was to get it trimmed or get a slight fringe..
So last Sunday, during lunch (for Ashley, it was brunch for me), I decided to try something new.
You see, within the last month without a fail, we'd have Japanese every Sunday.
And here's the thing, in any Japanese restaurant that I go to, whether it's in Malaysia or in UK my order is always the same: Inari, ebi nigiri and one of the following: salmon teriyaki, or tempura, or spicy fried squid, or chicken/prawn katsu kare/curry depending on which restaurant I'm at. But that's all I order from a Japanese restaurant.
I decided to be adventurous a bit so I ordered the seafood yaki soba in teriyaki sauce. It said fried noodles so I was thinking "Japanese version of mee mamak with seafood".
Instead this was what I got:
Some watery, rotten fish smelling noodle filled with squid tentacles.
YUCK.
If there's one thing I hate more than durian, it's squid tentacles. Ask me to choose between those two, I'd probably rather give you money just to get out of eating any of them. Okay maybe if I really have to choose as if my life or the people I love lives depend on it - durian. Any day.
YUCK.
Even if I take out all the tentacles (which is what I did, see those extra tentacles in the small blue plate?), there was still the smell.
Here's how I'd describe a smell: Imagine yourself walking at the seafood section in the market, not supermarket, proper wet market. Mhmmm. THAT smell. Would you wanna eat you food when it smells like that?
I still gave it the benefit of the doubt. "You know whaaaat, maybe when you put it in you won't even notice the smell anymore". Btw, pinching your nose while eating using a chopstick is not an easy task. Try it. Anyways, guess what? Once you put it in your mouth, you TASTE the smell.. It was like eating raw seafood and its water with noodles.
*shudders*
I decided not to touch the yaki soba anymore (I really did try, really!) but I felt bad having to return it to the kitchen with it looking so untouched.. so I hid some parts of it.
Behind the wine menu. Hehehehe.
"This is what happens when I decide to try something out of my comfort zone - the universe decides to punish me for it". I really do think so.
