Tonight, Charlotte and I enjoyed dinner at a small Japanese place on Thong Lor run by an elderly man from Japan. We got there fairly early, just in time for happy oyster hour.
We ordered 5 oysters, three fresh and two grilled with all the required condiments. While I’ve appreciated the taste, texture and smell of oysters – and the often intense taste of the sea they muster – for as long as I can remember (admittedly a shrinking timeframe), Charlotte, on the other hand, has not ever had any pleasant experiences when eating them.
Tonight she tried one and after a few brave swirls in her mouth, the slimy sea creature was discreetly ejected into her napkin. Fortunately, there was plenty of other deliciousness on the menu. Neither of us left the place hungry nor thirsty.