Tripping Far Side

Emily and I had dinner today at a local "grilled chicken" (yakitori) restaurant.

We didn't quite understand the menu, so she whipped out her trusty electronic dictionary. Unfortunately, sasami wasn't there, so we asked the waiter what it was like. He said some Japanese word that translated to something like "ribs". Hmm, I'm thinking succulent skewers of chicken rib meat!

Well, it wasn't. The last dish was raw chicken breast! We laughed pretty hard before we gave it a try. We would be caught dead if we ate this back home. But apparently, it's safe to eat it here in Japan. Tender, and the taste wasn't soo bad, but I think I'll stick to cooked chicken.

Nice people too. They gave us a little present before we left--an attractive magnet! But I wonder why we were the only ones to get it--was it a going away present?