rossage
iMTB Hooligan
So there I was, in Lanzhou, Gansu, China. Eating lunch at a locally famous hot pot restaurant. Hot pot is a usually spicy soup in which everyone eating adds items to the soup at their discretion. Vegetables, meats, noodles....
And then the waiter approached. He carried a large siver tray, with a silver dome cover. As he reached the table, he removed the cover, sat it down and produced a large flat bladed knife. I saw pink....assumed it was meat, but as he tilted the tray, he used the knife to slide six sheep brains into the simmering pot.
"Damn! F@ck! I gotta eat this Sh!t!" I said to myself. Any thoughts of a tasty lunch went out of my mind.
The brains quickly separated into gelatinous blobs that were impossible to avoid and were soon slithering down my throat. Fortunately, the taste was mostly covered by the intense spicy oils in the soup.
Then the f@cking waiter came by agan and dropped Dio's mom's sheepshead into the soup in a final coup de grace to my taste buds.
Yeah, I ate it. I ate brains and face and skull meats unnamed. The floating head watched with whitening eyeballs as it's meat cooked off and floated in the brain-infused soup. I ate even more.
I told my hosts how great it was. How we didn't eat like this in America. I also told them I needed to use the restroom.
I went to the festering porcelain-ringed hole that passes for a toilet in rural China with full intentions of inducing vomiting but I didn't have to! My body knew what to do as I leaned over into the sewer gases. A soul-cleansing heave brought brains and face up and out in a burning firehose of vomit and undigested vegetables. A couple of dry heaves, and I wiped my chin and returned to the table as if nothing happened.
Bon appetit!
Last edited:
