As we entered the restaurant a muggy over-crowded feeling washed over me as my friend and I walked over to our reserved table. The restaurant was decorated heavily, ready for the upcoming festive season. The walls were awash with bright contrasting hues and a delicate fragrance adorned the air. We slowly made our way over to our table and sat down. At once two waiters were at our sides, each presenting menus for us. We took them and told the waiters we would be a while. Over a small glass of water we soon decided our dishes and awaited the waiters’ return. “and with the smoked and pickled salmon, a bowl of fried ice-cream,” and you madam? The waiter turned to me and asked. “I think I’ll try the pickled sea cucumber thank-you,” I said and smiled at my friend. She grimaced and stuck out her tongue. As we waited for our dishes I turned around in my seat and looked around, fascinated at all the different types of dishes I saw stacked up high on people’s tables. We watched the waiters bring us our food and in disbelief I saw that mine was just the size of a pea. Due to this great surge of disappointment I was close to tears but bit them back and bravely continued on with my life. After our dinner I realized that I was time to go home. It had been a wonderful night, eating out with my best and only friend. When I got dropped off at home I headed straight to the toilet and stuck my head into the toilet bowl and let out the pea sized amount of food I had consumed that night. What came out was truly revolting. You really don’t want to know.