GIVE ME BACK THAT FILET O FISH

I inadvertently ate raw red tuna last night.

(Anyone who has ever met me knows of my disdain for seafood - it literally scares me. And raw little fishies? NO. EFFING. WAY. So this whole idea is new to me.)

Joe and I went to Pascales for a lovely dinner. We were stuck in a corner (of course... who else goes to a "high class food establishment" dressed in jeans and a hoodie but us?) but it was still worth it. Ordered a bottle of Rose - which ironically was their cheapest bottle of wine - and were served some delicious olive bread with whipped butter and an olive oil dippy sauce that seemed to be infused with sage? a really strong oregano? weed? that I wasn't a big fan of... whatever.

For an appetizer I ordered some cheese and prosciutto-filled chive pasta things (Joe had a seafood salad... ewww) and when the waitress brought my dish out, I didn't THINK it was what I ordered... namely because it smelled ASIAN. But hey, I love Asian food and Pascales is all about wacky looking dishes, so I didn't say anything. The little salad part was delicious and next to it were meaty-looking chunks of something encrusted in black sesame seeds covered in an spicy BBQ sauce - I figured it was just oddly cut prosciutto so I popped one in my mouth.

It wasn't salty like prosciutto.

Actually it really just tasted like sesame seeds and Asian sauce.

YUMMY.

So I gave a piece to Joe, thinking he could pinpoint what it was - he agreed that it probably wasn't prosciutto but remarked that he didn't think it was fish - it didn't taste fishy.

Then the waitress came running over.

Waitress: "OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY."
Me: "...."
Waitress: "I gave you the wrong appetizer!"
Me: "I thought it looked funny but it's delicious so I don't care."
Waitress: (pulling the plate away) "Yours is in the oven! I just grabbed the wrong tray and gave you the tuna dish instead."
Me: (laughing hysterically) "I HATE FISH!"
Waitress: "I'M SO SORRY!"
Me: (still laughing) "BUT I LIKED IT I WANT IT BACK!"
Waitress: "I'll bring yours out in a minute!"
Me: "GIVE ME BACK MY ASIAN TUNAS."

...I really liked raw tuna.

I'm scared for my life.

For what it's worth, she brought out my real appetizer really quickly and it was equally delicious but since then I've been craving Asian food like whoa. I got filet mignon for dinner with a bergnaise sauce atop smashed potatos (with some sort of oniony garlicy goodness) and blanched green beans... a dish that was deceptively enormous. I couldn't bear any dessert but am still dreaming of that espresso-infused cheesecake with fudge bottom that the dessert trolley man kept bringing around...

But fuck. I think I like fish.