kip_w (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} kip_w) wrote,@ 2008-04-04 19:56:00 |
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surprise
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I tried something new at the sushi place tonight -- tempura California roll. A basic Cali roll is a bit passe for me, but the tempura thing was intriguing, so I forewent the black dragon roll and ordered the t.C.r. and half a crunch roll in addition to the customary shrimp and unagi nigiri.
I picked up a piece, dipped it lightly, and popped it in my mouth. The unexpected warmth and the tempura batter were a pleasant surprise. I began chewing, and the back bottom tooth that's been complaining lately whenever I bite on anything (however soft) gave its loudest twinge yet. I carefully finished the bite. When I started my next bite, I realized that the tooth was no longer all there. No fragments remained in my mouth, so apparently it went down with the previous piece of maki.
I told Cathy what was happening. Mr. Dong came to the table and asked if I was okay, and I told him about the tooth. Not your fault, I told him. Sarah solemnly advised me to chew on the other side. I thanked her for this advice. I finished the meal in a subdued way, resentful that my anticipated enjoyment of tasty sushi should be spoiled by dental inadequacy.
Driving home, Cathy opined that for a broken tooth, they should have comped us at least one roll. I didn't say much.
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I tried something new at the sushi place tonight -- tempura California roll. A basic Cali roll is a bit passe for me, but the tempura thing was intriguing, so I forewent the black dragon roll and ordered the t.C.r. and half a crunch roll in addition to the customary shrimp and unagi nigiri.
I picked up a piece, dipped it lightly, and popped it in my mouth. The unexpected warmth and the tempura batter were a pleasant surprise. I began chewing, and the back bottom tooth that's been complaining lately whenever I bite on anything (however soft) gave its loudest twinge yet. I carefully finished the bite. When I started my next bite, I realized that the tooth was no longer all there. No fragments remained in my mouth, so apparently it went down with the previous piece of maki.
I told Cathy what was happening. Mr. Dong came to the table and asked if I was okay, and I told him about the tooth. Not your fault, I told him. Sarah solemnly advised me to chew on the other side. I thanked her for this advice. I finished the meal in a subdued way, resentful that my anticipated enjoyment of tasty sushi should be spoiled by dental inadequacy.
Driving home, Cathy opined that for a broken tooth, they should have comped us at least one roll. I didn't say much.
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