Eating out with the top chef of one of the premier restaurants in the world means guaranteed good food, and a potential culinary adventure somewhere along the way. Aside from the wonderful entry into one of the best yakitori places I’ve been to, it also meant getting a whiff of chicken sashimi.
Yup, that means fine slabs of raw chicken.
I also said ‘whiff’ because I did not eat it. It smelled everything delicious as it was partially seared. I do not doubt the quality of the chicken but due to a bordering-on-losing-consciousness kind of painful food poisoning episode I’ve had in the past from chicken issues, I did not want to risk my own tolerance— no matter how appetizing it really looked.
I envy people with sturdy stomachs and those who can eat anything anywhere with total freedom!