I’ve never compared food to anything other than food, until meeting Americans. “this tastes like shit. snot. earwax. cum. piss. sweat.” It’s fish semen, gross!! Bugs, ewww!

You guys like your food with no flavor. Unless you count oil, salt, sugar, and ketchup. No wonder you have so many health problems. You take a look at something and judge it before you taste it. Once you taste it, you only confirm what your imagination provided prior, and then write about it to your comrades, so that they may be equally closed minded in turn.

Not a very graceful people, as a whole. There are exceptions of course. The kicker is, most of you don’t see just ridiculous you appear to those not inside your sand-box. And you wonder why Americans get a bad wrap, as a culture.

You think Jellyfish would be squishy like jelly right? Wrong. You pick it up and it’s limp and wriggly and see thru. But when you put it in your mouth it’s suprisingly crunchy and makes you gag if you try and swallow. If you peeled a baby then ate the skin, I reckon it would be better.

whoever eats that crap, stay away. nutters!

For the record, that’s not me. I enjoy chewing on crisco.

When it came out it simply looked like salami or something. It was very marbled with fat. I asked what it was. “Bashimi!” “Bashimi wa…?” “Uma.” “Uma?” “Uma no Sashimi.” Holy shit. Raw horse meat. This was the real deal.

Not being one to step down from a challenge, I happily scooped up a healthy slab. I mean, after all — I had survived natto, uni, mayo jago pizza, etc. What the hell kinda scare could I get out of raw horse?

I dropped it into my mouth and chewed it up pretty good. That’s when the horror hit me. Remember how I said it was really marbled? That’s supposed to be a sign of quality, right? Well, what it really means is that I had just picked up a big chunk of what is basically crisco and attempted to chew it. Not only that — I had chewed up enough of it that it had started working itself down my throat before I could react. I cleared as much as I could out of my mouth, but I had chunks of fat hugging my gums for 20 minutes afterwards.

Plus, that monjayaki enkai I went to in Tsukishima. A+ for the cultural experience, but fer christ’s sake… water, flour, and chopped cabbage is simply disgusting.

not a big fan of shabu-shabu dipping sauce, either.

After 3 years living in Japan I decided shopping at National Azabu & Meiji-ya were required sanity-savers, so I guess I ended up missing out on more cuisine experiences like natto, insects, etc. My last year there, First Kitchen was getting my custom with their damn good concoctions (their flavored fries were addictive).

The taste is worse. Imagine somebody wretching into your mouth and then you wretching back into theirs and then they wretch your re-wretched wretch into a dish and you take a bite. Kind of like that. Gross.

and having to go “mmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMM!” complete with the o-my-dear-god-this-is-drop-dead-heavenly-big-eyed look cos i couldn’t bear to break my pretty jap host’s heart.

and then having more cos she asked me to.

i am too bloody nice.

Oh MAN…

And Fuckstress is right. Durian tastes ok what. just hold your nose.