I chose carefully. Perused ingredient lists. Examined photographs. Then ordered. Twenty minutes later I opened Pandora's box.
Seafood fried rice. Oysters, squid, shrimp.
And bloody c⊘rn! That was definitely not listed, photographed, necessary, required or wanted! The shock was so intense, I nearly didn't notice the stupid rings of bell pepper that had been lobbed on top.
I carefully dug out every last speck of yellowness and hurled it into oblivion, then ate what I had actually asked for. After my careful yellowectomy, the dish was actually rather good. Lots of nicely cooked seafood buried in the now ritually purified depths of the rice.
But points off for the massive trauma and offence inflicted on the frail!
