When you indulge at a hotel and order GrubHub (because there’s nowhere nearby that you’re willing to actually step foot in), and once the food has arrived and you open it up, you take a long sniff and your tummy promptly tells you that if you try to eat it you’ll regret it.
Looks tasty! Description was interesting! The gyoza were very good!
But I’m staring at the sushi and going, “Well, fuck.”
;_;
/huggle
Stupid picky stomach.
I think it’s because the rolls don’t look the way that I expected them too, so my brain is setting off the alarms and going, “Not a Safe Food! This is Wrong! All systems active! Alert! Warning! Danger, Will Robinson, danger!”
At least I have a Cliff bar, and the gyoza were good.