I have a friend who is pretty picky about food and drink. She's the kind of person who won't be very adventurous at all with food, or she might make a face if I order something she doesn't like. However, she also happens to be an old friend (I think we might've met about a decade ago), so I've also hung out with her a lot during that time. That means a bunch of stories.
See, when I go out with other folks, I usually offer them a bite of my food. That way they can at least try whatever I'm having, so they'll know whether they like it or not. Heck, some people like the actual tasting quite a bit, too. Either way, I figure it makes things more fun. So, I pretty much always offer. And since I've had a lot of meals with this friend, that means I've offered her a bite of my meal quite frequently.
In that time, we both noticed the other's eating habits. I noticed that she kept it very conservative, at least as far as food goes. And she noticed that I'd go out of my way to eat weird foods. I kept telling her that some of it tasted better than she imagined, but she didn't believe me. Well, a constant stream will wear down rock, so at some point, I convinced her to try a few other things. Heck, we even had a bet somewhere in that process where she had to order something she wouldn't normally have ordered.
So, slowly but surely, she started to branch out a little bit. I distinctly remember ceviche being a pleasant surprise. It wasn't Peruvian ceviche, but it was still ceviche. Score one for my people.
Then, however, came a dark night at Sasa.
The "try new things" movement was in full swing at this point. So when I ordered a unique drink, I figured she might want to try some. Now, I had taken a sip first, so I suspected she wouldn't like it very much. In fact, I said out loud that I didn't think she'd like it, but that she should at least try it.
One sip later, the adventurous streak had come to a crashing halt. To this day, she still gives me crap about it. She has been known to say she was traumatized by it. Put it this way: she remembers the name of that drink. I don't remember what it was called, but she remembers it with a fury and a passion.
It doesn't matter that they no longer serve that drink there (I checked). It doesn't matter that I warned her in advance. Nope, that one drink was traumatizing.
I can't help but chuckle every time I go there.
See, when I go out with other folks, I usually offer them a bite of my food. That way they can at least try whatever I'm having, so they'll know whether they like it or not. Heck, some people like the actual tasting quite a bit, too. Either way, I figure it makes things more fun. So, I pretty much always offer. And since I've had a lot of meals with this friend, that means I've offered her a bite of my meal quite frequently.
In that time, we both noticed the other's eating habits. I noticed that she kept it very conservative, at least as far as food goes. And she noticed that I'd go out of my way to eat weird foods. I kept telling her that some of it tasted better than she imagined, but she didn't believe me. Well, a constant stream will wear down rock, so at some point, I convinced her to try a few other things. Heck, we even had a bet somewhere in that process where she had to order something she wouldn't normally have ordered.
So, slowly but surely, she started to branch out a little bit. I distinctly remember ceviche being a pleasant surprise. It wasn't Peruvian ceviche, but it was still ceviche. Score one for my people.
Then, however, came a dark night at Sasa.
The "try new things" movement was in full swing at this point. So when I ordered a unique drink, I figured she might want to try some. Now, I had taken a sip first, so I suspected she wouldn't like it very much. In fact, I said out loud that I didn't think she'd like it, but that she should at least try it.
One sip later, the adventurous streak had come to a crashing halt. To this day, she still gives me crap about it. She has been known to say she was traumatized by it. Put it this way: she remembers the name of that drink. I don't remember what it was called, but she remembers it with a fury and a passion.
It doesn't matter that they no longer serve that drink there (I checked). It doesn't matter that I warned her in advance. Nope, that one drink was traumatizing.
I can't help but chuckle every time I go there.
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