What ever it is, make sure it's dead before you eat it
I was taken out to lunch on my birthday in Beijing by a client once. They ordered up this lobster (I bloody love lobster) which was delivered to the table apparantly raw, with the meat striped and presented laying across said lob's shelled back. Tasted great until I realised that the feeling I had of being watched wasn't entirely psychosamatic. The fucking thing was still alive and looking at me; WHILE I ATE IT. Put me right off that did. I would have gagged immediately but the kind people who took me for lunch would probably have taken offense before realising why I had turned my stomach inside out on the table and then patting my head saying things like "poor Lao Wai" and then spending the next 10 years laughing with their mates about how the big nose couldn't hack the lobster.

Have since got over live food phobia (life in asia demands it...)

Right, I'm off to eat a baby
(Freegan Bikefascist, Fri 16 Jul 2004, 5:24, Reply)