Sometimes when I place the food into my mouth I feel almost as though my mouth is copulating. Like some sort of religious experience is taking place. You close your eyes and you seriously get lost in the light of the food. Your mind’s eye. Nothing else matters. A nuclear explosion could have taken place but your with that food, saturating those taste buds and nothing else matters. Take tonight for example, I speared the seared ahi, two pieces at once, dipped a fire breathing amount of wasabi upon it and sucked it in. My mouth closed and the religious experience began. They welled up with tears, my mind drifted into some sort of food sub-space, I cried. I reflected upon how lucky I was to finally be eating this prime artifact. Then I ordered another plate –immediately.
If you’d only been with us the night before this night. I can’t even recall what I ordered for dinner. I just remember all the appetizers. Three separate plates of seared ahi. Then the Buffalo wings. Which were followed by the deep fried onion rings. Oh shit. I just remember the night before that night were we drove 10 miles to a, gasp, Denny’s, where I ordered three separate breakfasts.
OMG. If you’ve ever sat down and been to a restaurant with me before I realize that I can be quite annoying with my demands upon how quickly we need the food to arrive to the table. I know. I’m workin’ on that. But once it does arrive I’m transformed. Transcendence takes place and I drift into some other plane of existence –provided the food is good. I won’t bother anyone. I don’t hesitate to order two full dinners from the menu in one sitting. Food is good. Life is short. Eat well.