Professur
Well-Known Member
You're eating at a foreign restaurant. You ordered "something" in a foreign language, that the waiter assured you was good. And it is. It's ab-so-fucking-lutely the best thing you've ever tasted. Half way through the meal, you still haven't identified the main ingredients. So you break down, swallow your pride (and another forkfull) and as the waiter what's in it. And he tells you. Could be rat, dog, cat, cockroach. I dunno pick one. Whatever's really disgusting to you. Here's the question.
Do you finish eating it, and admit that it was good. Or does the mental image of "whatever" override the taste, and disgust you to the point that you can't eat anything, and possibly even maky you vomit? Do you attack the waiter for tricking you into eating "whatever"?
Do you finish eating it, and admit that it was good. Or does the mental image of "whatever" override the taste, and disgust you to the point that you can't eat anything, and possibly even maky you vomit? Do you attack the waiter for tricking you into eating "whatever"?