Except when they’re breaded and fried. Then they’re awesome.

But yes, sweetbreads are a cruel, cruel joke.

you are the ponce de leon of food, my dear. you win, hands down. i would have packed my bags at the mere suggestion of a quail egg.

i’ll be waiting for you at the dairy queen.
xoxo

No one’s ever said a thing about it to me. I’m guessing food blogging is so popular these days that the best restaurants are used to it, though I’d give myself funny looks, too, if I was taking photos at McDonald’s. The setting at Degustation was so intimate that I asked the server if it was okay, and she said sure, as long as I didn’t use a flash.

I was like, “FLASH?! Are you serious?” But I’m sure they get that sometimes. The funny thing is that asking if it was okay made me feel much more comfortable doing it. Usually, I feel like I have to sneak my camera out of my bag under the table and take pictures when everyone’s backs are turned, but after admitting that I was going to do it, I felt free to take multiple shots of everything. Lesson learned.

What do you usually do?

My other question: do people in restaurants ever give you shit about taking pictures of your food? I’m just curious because I do it a lot, especially in fine-dining restaurants, and the reactions of the staff and other diners range wildly from “totally normal yet flattering thing to do” to “OMG WTF YOU’RE TAKING PICTURES OF FOOD?! WTF OH NOES!!1!”

The fish thing I’m slowly getting over. I grew up on a pig/cattle/sheep farm, so I was just never fed any seafood. I recognize that I don’t dislike the taste of most of it–and actually enjoy some of it–so I know it’s a mental thing. It’s kind of interesting having had very few diverse foods as a kid, though, because it means lots of foods are still exciting and new to me as an adult.