Sushi fear factor.

I've only started to enjoy sushi in the past couple of years. It took me a few tries before I started liking it and now I'm slowly working on getting Derek into sushi.

Last night Derek suggested we go to this sushi place in Central Square called Thelonious Monkfish. The menu was quite large and I was a little overwhelmed with all the sushi choices. They even had sushi named after Disney princesses! (I should have gone with one of those...) So the waitress comes over and I'm not ready to order yet. She comes back again and few minutes later and I don't want to send her away again so I order what I thought was a sushi sampler. When I get the plate half of it is sashimi.

I like sushi, I really do but I have not been able to get on the sashimi train yet. It's just too much fish. But at this point I ordered it so I have to eat it. I eat the actual sushi on the plate first and then it's time to tackle some of the sashimi. I pick one that does not still have fish skin on it (I just can't with the fish skin, just NO). This is the slowest dinner of my life. I'm playing with my chopsticks, I'm fixing my napkin, Derek is trying very hard not to laugh but I can see the smirk on his face. He just sits there with his hands clasped on the table while I drown my sashimi in soy sauce and shove it in my mouth.

The conversation went something like this during dinner:

Derek: Do you even know what you ordered?

Me: Apparently not. I thought it was all sushi!

Derek: Just eat one more piece.

Me: This is like sushi Fear Factor!

This was my own personal sushi Fear Factor except there was no money at the end for finishing. Derek paid for the dinner so I had to do the best I could. In the end I left two pieces on the plate. I just couldn't attempt the fish that still had skin on it.

I guess I'm not a real sushi lover but that's ok. And next time I'm going to read the menu more carefully and stick with the Disney princess themed sushi.