Monday, September 17, 2007

I think, judging by the sign, that there is a fugu (puffer fish) restaurant across the road.


Today is the day. If you never hear from me again, you know the cook fudged it, and I died a glorious culinary death. (Actually, from what I hear, death by fugu is pretty much instantaneous and painless.)

1 comment:

  1. Now having posted that, you're going to conveniently forget to post anything for the next week or two aren't you?