My First Oyster

I had my first raw oyster. People who love them, seem to REALLY love them. Sadly, for me, there was no Bourdain-esque epiphany. It was more of a "take it or leave it" sensation, it left me wondering why people swoon over them. I guess the good was that I wasn’t disgusted and hope to try it again someday. Mine was plain, no Tabasco or fancy sauce on it.

This was in Little Rock, at Cajun’s Wharf. It was a nice trip there, considering we were in lectures most of the time. Unfortunately we didn’t have any time for sightseeing, didn’t get to see any museums or even the duck parade at the Peabody.

One of our "goals" was to have Japanese food. Our first attempt was at Wasabi, for lunch. We sat down, were ready to order, and nobody came to our table, even after one of our group went up to the host and said we were ready. The waiter came by and said, "You already have menus." We said we were ready to order, he took our menus, left, and never returned. In the meantime, another group that was seated after us, was taken care of. At this point, we needed to eat in a timely manner, even if it did smell good in there, so we ended up leaving and getting pizza a short ways down. We did get Japanese food later at Hanaroo, for dinner. It’s always encouraging when you hear Japanese spoken at a Japanese restaurant. Everyone enjoyed the miso soup (it’s the little things I miss), and we all had sushi of some sort. The last day we had lunch at the River Market. I miss having an international variety like they have there.

I enjoyed being away for a few days. It was long enough to feel that I got away, and short enough where I didn’t worry about what was going on at home.