Originally posted by Hangtime
there's a rule out here... "if you can't see the ocean, don't order the fish".
My god.. a 'tuna taco'.. the very thought is horrifying.
No kidding. This was my exact reasoning for not ordering the taco at Del Taco in Phoenix. Unfortunately, later on in the trip, a buddy recommended that I should try the lobster when we were at Rain Forest Cafe. Apparently it is the best stuff at that restaraunt.
Being an idiot, I ordered a combo that came with steak and lobster. I guess the tropical rainforest atmosphere in the restaraunt made me forget that I was still in +90 degree AZ. I ate a few fries, then moved on to the lobster. The taste was slightly bearable and I commented that I wasn't really much of a seafood fan.
As dinner went on, I started sweating and the robotically operated monkey in the corner seemed to be taunting me personally. I quietly sipped on my drink and continued eating. Then I noticed the robotic parrot above my head, and tripped the F out at the absurdity of a bird in a restaurant.
At this point, I became dizzy and quietly excused myself to the bathroom. As soon as I walked in, I felt my stomach churn, so I rushed to the nearest stall. All in one motion, I proceeded to slam the door open placing my hands in front of my mouth at the same time, in an attempt to catch the 10 years worth of rainforest delicacy that ejected out of my throat. Bad idea. My hands served as a nice platform for the fluid to ricochet, sending everything right back into my face and shirt.
Right at that moment, the door slammed back into my side from the force of opening. Surprisingly, I managed to get the remaining volume into the toilet. All of this time, I saw a man's feet at the urinal. Not one word if I was okay.
It's safe to say, I learned my lesson.
