Oh gross.

In the Restaurant section of today's Boston Globe, in a review of a shabu shabu restaurant in Allston, there is a line that reads:

"shabu shabu started in the 13th century, when Genghis Khan's warriors cooked dinner right in their helmets"

Which made me throw up in my mouth a little.

I know what my hat smells like, and I shower everyday.

The idea of eating something cooked in the helmet of a sweaty warrior doesn't appeal to me at all. It's like that time I was watching a travel show on PBS and these intrepid adventurers were in Mongolia or somewhere and they were drinking horse milk mixed with blood out of a skin flask.

Right then and there I decided two things.

1.) Always, always, ALWAYS check for the vegetarian option.


2.) If I ever go to Mongolia I will be bringing the biggest bottle of Valium you ever saw. Because I would hate to be rude and refuse the blood & horse milk flask - but I would have to be really really sedated to get it down.


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