These same two friends took me to eat sushi for (almost) my first time. I felt so "cultural" that I wanted to share the experience with Burke, who had never tried sushi before. This week was Restaurant Week in Norfolk and a sushi restaurant with an affordable lunch special was on the list. So, I took Burke out for a lunch date yesterday.
Let me tell you how it went. Burke ordered teriyaki chicken. It wasn't that he was afraid of trying the sushi. He just wanted to make sure he would have enough to eat. He ate the California rolls that came with it, but they were a little bland. I, on the other hand, wanting to be the adventurous one, mistakenly ordered the "sushi bento" which the server told me was like a chef's special. What came out was 5 pieces of straight raw fish. Not even in a roll or anything! My hypothesis is the chef was just being lazy. I was a little appalled, but I was determined to give it a try. I ate 4 of my 5 raw fishies. It wasn't good to me, but I got it down. (However, all the rest of the day, when I thought about what I had eaten I had to fight an intense gag reflex.) Maybe I will be a little less adventurous next time.
Also, Burke turned out to be a pro at eating with chopsticks. I don't think I had ever witnessed this skill of his before. I felt like an idiot with mine. So, that's how our "cultural" lunch date went.
Later on that same evening, our Puerto Rican neighbor knocked on our door and gave us a plate of unknown fish that he had cooked. I wasn't hungry but I did give it a try...at least it was cooked! It was pretty good. What a nice neighbor we have!
Some students on campus put together a medical Spanish class that they are teaching once a week. I started going to it and it is so great. I have missed practicing Spanish and I have forgotten a lot! Just being back in an environment where we have to try and converse in Spanish is doing wonders for me, but it's especially exciting to try and apply it to medical principles.
Also speaking of culture, last weekend we went to the temple with my mom and dad. Afterwards they took us to the NC Museum of Art for a Rembrandt exhibit. I like going to art museums but I'm certain I can't appreciate it like many others can. It was hilarious because they showed so many paintings that they once thought were by Rembrandt, but then decided that "it couldn't possibly have been the master because of [this or that] imperfection." Suuuuuuure......
How's that for a week of culture?
