Since this is 'Dave Rat Adventures with Chili Peppers' blog and not 'Hang Out with Dave Rat at Home' Blog and the subject of food is so enticing, what better time to share a food adventure?
"There is an old expression such that "I want to eat fugu, but I don't want to die" in Japan. Since fugu's poison can lead to instantaneous deaths of diners, only licensed cooks are allowed to prepare fugu. You must have special skills and knowledge about fugu to be licensed. Poisonous parts of fugu differ, depending on the kind of fugu. Because of the strict regulations, the number of deaths is decreasing." - http://japanesefood.about.com/cs/seafoodfish/a/fugublowfish.htm
Boring..... I do my best to spend my life in the boredom avoidance mode, though clearly I am not always successful. So today I set out to rally a few roadies together to join me as I have been meaning to go see what this fugu thing is all about. Strangely, the roadies seemed less than exuberant at the prospect so I had to pull out the secret weapons of peer pressure and ridicule. Well, actually, roadie Scott was pretty easy to sway and by default, roadie Nick the Fly and roadie Leif are responsible for Scott and I so they can not risk leaving us unattended in dangerous environments.
The restaurant was very difficult to locate, I guess with all the danger involved, they have to keep them fairly low key to avoid attracting attention:
Just in case we don't make it, I wanted to a final goodbye shot
Clearly Nick is having second thoughts:
Since roadie Scott does lights, he was the obvious choice to be the test subject:
Unlike many before us traversing this treacherous course, we made it out while still being alive:
Unfortunately that did not last as long as we had hoped and roadie Leif began straggling behind. We really will miss him but having an extra junk bunk on the tour bus will be kind of cool.
Ok, Thank you for joining me on yet another journey and off to pretend I am a normal human being living in the real world for bit. Next stop, Lollapalooza, Chicago!