"Dog!" I said quite emphatically, "You eat dog?!" The locals bobbed their heads and smiled in confirmation while they sat in chairs and couches lining the room.
"Yes, dog is quite delicious" says the man to my right.
"Does everyone here eat dog?", I inquire as I compose myself.
"No, not everyone. I have not nor do I want to eat dog," says the man sitting on the gray couch across the room.
"I love dog" stated the man again to my right.
"You would like dog", said the man on the couch to the man on my right. The recipient of the comment grinned with pleasure at the statement. He was a well dressed man with spiked hair and dark skin. You could tell by the lines in his young face that such broad smiles were a regular occurrence in his life. Additionally, his personality seemed uncharacteristic for other Asians in his culture.
"Would I like dog?" I asked.
"Oh, I think so" said the man to my right.
Another man to my left chimed in, "There is a restaurant that serves a seven course meal with dog in this city."
"So one of the courses is dog?"
"No" laughs the man to my right as he answers my question, "It is seven courses of dog."
"What!? Seven courses of dog! How can you have seven courses of dog?" I was once again taken back, but this time I was not likely to recover.
The man on the couch answered me, "They prepare it different ways for each course. The meat itself is not very good but they make it good."
"Would you like to try it?" the man to my right asked me.
"ummm," I took a long moment to think. "Yes," I said quite apprehensively.
"Great! What is your number so we can plan a time to eat dog?" pulling out his phone as he spoke.
We exchanged numbers and….I guess I am going to be eating seven courses of dog meat this week.
Sorry Sparky. I sure hope you are delicious though or else this is going to suck.
So what is the moral of my story you ask? When in Asia do as the Asians do I guess 🙂
