Wait, The Hump converted you? But it doesn't sound like you ate any of the food. And by "really really" fresh, do you mean people were eating things that were still alive?

Never mind. I really don't want to know.

I wanted Indian for dinner, but I am having leftovers of chicken and rice instead. saving money is good saving money is good.

3 year old boy sees lobsters for the first time

I especially enjoyed, "You okay holdin dat??"

The "whoa!" and the "wow!" were my favorites.

sarameg, is your pool outside?!

Technically, they weren't eating things that were still alive. At least they weren't eating the bits of them that were still alive. They did, for instance, serve a lobster tail with the top half of the lobster still waving its arms around, but I don't think you were supposed to eat that bit. Mostly they had the tendency to just kill the food at the bar before they brought it to the table, either raw or just before they cooked it. Not sure how what I saw with Polgara was prepared--that was a fish gaping and waving its fins. I don't know what they were supposed to be eating. The woman it was pointed at did shriek and scoot her chair back, but she pulled back up to the table and ate her portion. Not sure if I would have. Don't want to be tested.

Javachik, basically my traumatic incident centred around trying to kill a lobster before grilling it. A lengthy comedy of tragic errors later, we had to boil it because nothing I could do to it would make it die. Watching them work with lobsters at The Hump made me understand that I wasn't a particularly bad or cruel food-killer. Lobsters persist. And I didn't understand their physiology. If I had understood that at the git go I would have just boiled it and not thought grilling was a workable option.

I'm of the school of thought that I shouldn't be appalled or traumatised by the idea of an animal dying if I'm willing to eat its flesh, but not being able to kill the lobster simply freaked me out.

I'm of the school of thought that I shouldn't be appalled or traumatised by the idea of an animal dying if I'm willing to eat its flesh, but not being able to kill the lobster simply freaked me out.

Yeah, that sounds like a mess. I am of the school of thought that there are plenty of things I prefer to have other people do!

Speaking of which, my disposal died! I was just getting used to it. Is there anything I should try before calling someone?

Wow, ita, just....wow.

I was just getting used to it. Is there anything I should try before calling someone?

Check and see if there's a reset button on the side of the mechanism. That fixes some immediate ills.

While on vacation in a schmancy condo we broke the garbage disposal by putting sorrel detritus down it, and the Roto Rooter guy gave us a list of things that shouldn't be put down a garbage disposal. Strictly speaking the things are nigh useless. I promptly forgot the list, though, but try not to put too much fibre in.

Wow, ita, just....wow.

It was completely compelling. But when we went omikasu (chef's choice) we had to tell them that the albacore they were (slowly) preparing had better not be on our menu, because we weren't going to eat it after watching it slowly expire losing its moisture after being salted.

Amazing restaurant. Delicious sushi. Best yellowtail I've ever had.

You know, I wondered as I put the asparagus ends into it....

Before doing this make 100% sure that it is OFF. Ideally turn off electricity to it, but that may be impractical:

1) Shine a flashlight into it and see if something is stuck you could not see without the flashlight.

2) If you spot something, use an insulated or non-metal utensil to remove it.

Note: not sure even this is 100% safe, but as a major league klutz this has so far not killed me.