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I wish we could have been our waiter, seeing our faces as he placed the large plate in front of us. Our expressions had to be pure disgust and repulsion! Immediately I informed him, "Uh...I can't eat that. Brett, are you going to eat that?" Brett gave a wavering, "I don't know." The waiter said sympathetically, "Why don't you try it and if you don't like it we can send it back?" OK. That sounded reasonable. Um, sure, we can do this. We can totally do it. Which part should we cut off and eat first? The reaching legs with the sucky tentacles attached or the round part--is that the head? Where the brain would be?
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Yeah. We're total chickens. We couldn't even taste it. I called the waiter and sheepishly (completely embarrassed) admitted: "If I put that in my mouth I'm going to gag. I'm sorry, but this has to go back." (Before we sent it back, we first had to take a picture with Brett's phone to remember our accounter with BABY OCTOPUS.)
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Next time we'll stick with pita bread and tsatsiki for our appetizer.