Cynthia and I went out to eat one last time before I left. I ordered watergreens, one of my favorites, and she ordered roasted fish with veggies. She at most of it but left the head for Gogo to eat. I teased her about not eating the fish cheeks which are supposed to be the best part of the fish; however, she refused. I decided that I haven't eaten enough revolting food in this country, so I attempted to find the fish cheek. After poking around for a while, I kept hitting hard pieces that seemed like gills, so devised plan B: eat the eyeball. Plucking the eyeball out of the face was the easy part. It became more difficult as I was staring into the fish's eyeball, so I popped it in my mouth before I could think about it too much. The texture was tender and kind of melted in my mouth, but the taste was horribly fishy. There was this hard, crunchy part which was obviously the outer part of the eyeball. It was like trying to chew a piece of plastic, so I ended up spitting out that part because it was really grossing me out.
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