"So my wife's friend finally looked happy. 'I got it, I'll have the sushi platter.’ The waitress told her sushi was fish, and thus was not vegetarian. Somehow this was not a problem, and all of our orders were placed. Twenty minutes or so to get our orders in: not the worst possible scenario, but I was very curious what would happen when the food arrived. So out it all came, and of course the sushi was raw fish on rice. Everyone held their breath, waiting for an explosion.
"Instead, my wife's friend grabbed a bottle of soy sauce, poured it on the sushi, and began eating, stating how good the sauce was. I dared not say a word, instead focusing on my dish (to this day I have no freaking idea what I ate) and on making small talk and eating as fast as possible so we could get out of the restaurant. We finished the meal… or so I thought, when the waitress asked if we wanted dessert. I wanted nothing to do with ordering any more food, so I said I was full and I would like some tea. Bad move, it turned out.