"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.
"Our friend said she also wanted tea, but she wanted to make sure that we didn't get any of 'that dirty tap water.' She made the waitress bring out a tea pot along with bottles of water, and then told her to open the bottles and pour them into the pot. The waitress complied, and the friend then told her to go heat the water up for our tea. I really hope the waitress went in the back and dumped the water and filled it with water from the toilet.
"Anyway, we got our hot water for tea and our friend went on to order the chocolate cake. At this point, I almost jumped out of my seat. 'Why would you order that if you can't eat flour?' is what I wanted to scream, but my wife aimed a well-placed kick to my shin to keep me from saying it. The waitress told our friend the chocolate cake had flour, and the response she gave was, 'Oh, a little flour shouldn't hurt.'