I was invited to a dinner for the media the other night.(It still cracks me up. I'm waiting for them to discover I'm not really media...) Anyway, this restaurant was rolling out a preview of their menu for the James Beard House . The theme? The fisherman and the chef. This guy who worked in the flying fish spot in Pike Place Market bought a resto...teamed up with a chef. yadda yadda ya...
Every course, we were served the WHOLE fish.
The 1st course, brioche croistini with these strips of what I thought was shredded fish. No. I'm editing photos tonight. These are like baby eels, 20 of them per croistini. I see these eyes staring back at me in the photo! If I had any idea, I probably wouldn't have asked for seconds.
Anywhoo...
Next course, three baby octopus on a plate. Whole. Grilled. Big bullobus heads. (Keep in mind I'm a scuba diver and am quite fond of octopus sightings) Whole baby octopus are not my thing. I can't even look at them. Ewww. Eww. Eww. I'm practically squealing like a little girl.
Meanwhile, I'm at the media table with the Asian Dining experts. They've been eating this kind of thing their whole lives and are quite amused...and appalled that I'm having issues.
Next course. An entire fish. By now the server is getting the idea I'm not so keen on this menu. Before she brings my plate, I ask her to cut the head off. "No problem," she quips.
Lorna, raised in an Asian household, cookbook author, and magazine columnist I'm sure had plenty to say about me after dinner. But this Midwest girl who graduated past cream of mushroom soup casseroles at 25, hasn't been sucking octopus heads since I was three. I'm just saying...
Next course. Another freaking huge whole fish! The other Asian dining writer at the table is asking if there's anyone who doesn't want the eyes...because he'd really like to have them. Seriously? These fish eyes are the size of quarters. OMG.
By now, I don't even have to ask. My fish comes, mercilessly, headless.
Dessert is ice cream in a fruit soup, with housemade fish made of gelatin. *These* I will eat!
My Asian dining companions comment on the fish. "Too much gelatin." OMG.
Seconds after this dinner, I have a microphone thrust at me and I'm doing a sound bite for a radio show. It's all a bit surreal. "How did you enjoy your dinner?" I Lie. Lie. Lie. If I were pinocchio, I would have knocked her out with my nose!
Needless to say, I lived to tell the tale, but editing the photos brought it all back to me.
The photo is a shot of the fish with the eyes. Any takers????

Every course, we were served the WHOLE fish.
The 1st course, brioche croistini with these strips of what I thought was shredded fish. No. I'm editing photos tonight. These are like baby eels, 20 of them per croistini. I see these eyes staring back at me in the photo! If I had any idea, I probably wouldn't have asked for seconds.
Anywhoo...
Next course, three baby octopus on a plate. Whole. Grilled. Big bullobus heads. (Keep in mind I'm a scuba diver and am quite fond of octopus sightings) Whole baby octopus are not my thing. I can't even look at them. Ewww. Eww. Eww. I'm practically squealing like a little girl.
Meanwhile, I'm at the media table with the Asian Dining experts. They've been eating this kind of thing their whole lives and are quite amused...and appalled that I'm having issues.
Next course. An entire fish. By now the server is getting the idea I'm not so keen on this menu. Before she brings my plate, I ask her to cut the head off. "No problem," she quips.
Lorna, raised in an Asian household, cookbook author, and magazine columnist I'm sure had plenty to say about me after dinner. But this Midwest girl who graduated past cream of mushroom soup casseroles at 25, hasn't been sucking octopus heads since I was three. I'm just saying...
Next course. Another freaking huge whole fish! The other Asian dining writer at the table is asking if there's anyone who doesn't want the eyes...because he'd really like to have them. Seriously? These fish eyes are the size of quarters. OMG.
By now, I don't even have to ask. My fish comes, mercilessly, headless.
Dessert is ice cream in a fruit soup, with housemade fish made of gelatin. *These* I will eat!
My Asian dining companions comment on the fish. "Too much gelatin." OMG.
Seconds after this dinner, I have a microphone thrust at me and I'm doing a sound bite for a radio show. It's all a bit surreal. "How did you enjoy your dinner?" I Lie. Lie. Lie. If I were pinocchio, I would have knocked her out with my nose!
Needless to say, I lived to tell the tale, but editing the photos brought it all back to me.
The photo is a shot of the fish with the eyes. Any takers????
