Culinaria - Spinach Quiche, Mussel Pasta Salad, Mashed Potatoes with Truffles - Prague, Czech Republic
The pasta salad was uncomfortable. Since ending my strict vegetarianism, I'm hyper-aware of what I am eating. The meal I broke my principle with was peel-n-eat shrimp. To look at a creature so recently dead, to physically pull off it's legs and skin and put it into my mouth and chew was an existential act. I knew exactly what I was doing in a way that most people don't seem to.
Not long after that, I attended an oyster bake. The craggy, gray shells were taken from the ice buckets and put over a fire on a cookie sheet. Someone would turn them periodically, wearing leather gloves. Finally they were spread out on a makeshift table. I grabbed one and opened it with a special knife. Inside was a lump of delicate flesh, steaming. With great effort I overcame my fear, yes fear, and took it into my mouth. This incredible flavor was accompanied by my horror at the texture and my action. I ate four or five more.
So sitting in Culinaria, I experienced the horror again, but this time it was worse. The bodies were chewy, stiff, their little "feet" sticking out. The flavor was not enough to compensate. I forced myself to eat them, because the meal was ridiculously overpriced, but finally, with two left, I couldn't finish.