Excuse me sir...there's a bug on my plate.

So, I realize it's been an awfully long long time since I last wrote a blog...so here we go.

Remember how it all started? I wrote about my eating adventures and mishaps, hence the dietary dramas and drivels? Well, anyway, the other night, my boyfriend, myself, and another couple went to this interesting restaurant at the Santa Monica airport, called Typhoon.

Needless to say, the food was delicious, but I could not get myself to try one dish that was ordered...the crickets.

The plate came, and on it sat probably 100 crickets mixed with a fried potato hash or sorts...now, my boyfriend and the other couple kept on trying to convince me that the crickets tasted like french fried potatoes, but the sight of crickets on the plate was just rather overwhelming, and I was not a fan of them there.

Had this been any other restaurant, we would be calling a waiter over to complain about the fact that there was a bug in our food. At this restaurant, the bug was the food. Ironic?

Anyway, it was a very fun night, lots of good food, i'm sure lots of good crickets, but I for one will never know because I did not try them even after being cajolled, pressured (in a nice way), and asked. I held firm to my beliefs, I did not give in...and I'm still terrified of crickets. If I never see a cricket again, it will be fine.

Anyways, happy eating...send me questions if you have any! I'm looking for topics to write on!