Jose and I went to Babin’s in Kemah last night to celebrate his birthday. When you walk into the restaurant, you are greeted in the entryway by the sight of a big refrigerated case that usually has a couple whole fish resting on a bed of ice. I suppose it’s a way of showing that the fish they serve really is freshly caught, as directly above the case is a chalkboard that lists what fish are available on that particular day.
I have a fear of fish. They taste good, yes. But they pretty much gross me out while in their natural, slimy, scaly, stinky, all-around-fishy form. There were two rather large fish in the case last night. They had gray skin with a bit of a gold sheen, and big dead creepy eyes. They looked like they were frowning. Ew, ew, ew. We quickly walked past them and into the restaurant.
Dinner was great. We sat outside and even though it was windy, it was still a nice evening. We both ordered golden tile, a fish that we’d never had because it’s not always available. The waiter said it was good, and it was.
It wasn’t until we were leaving that we realized that the creepy big dead fish in the ice case were golden tilefish. Ew, ew, ew. I just ate that fish. I don’t want to know what it looks like!
Last night I dreamed about fish. I was in Jose’s apartment and there was a small fish that was bouncing around the room, half-swimming in air. I was extremely disturbed by this, and Jose was nowhere to be found. I was on my own to deal with the bouncing, air-swimming fish. Then it bounced towards me and I couldn’t get out of the way and it bit me! It bit my wrist, and it had real teeth, not fish teeth! It didn’t go limp or start flapping, it just latched onto my wrist and stayed there, rigid. It was extremely freaked out and ran around the room until I was finally able to peel this fish off my wrist.
GROSS.
Finally I woke up and escaped the bouncing, air-swimming, biting fish.
I hate fish.