It was years ago when I was waiting tables, but I worked at a sushi restaurant and in walks this woman with a large purse. When her food arrives, she produces a big green squeeze bottle from the purse and proceeds to squirt some sort of super pungent green sauce over everything. Like we’re talking right on the sushi!
I was actually inwardly a little amused by the whole thing and was speculating what it might be? She looked vaguely south asian? Anyway, I quickly realized the smell was going to bother other customers, so I politely asked if she might move to another table. It’s not one I usually gave to customers as it was near the kitchen with servers going back and forth a lot, but it was far enough away from the main dining area to keep the smell localized.
Well, then she blew up. Omg. I eventually had to call the manager who tried to talk to her in calming tones but with little success. And it fell on me again to escort her out. (I’m a pretty big guy, though kind of baby-faced and not very intimidating, but the manager was a small woman and I guess I was her best option?)
As I led her out, she started removed that we shouldn’t use disposable chopsticks. I think she was just venting about anything at this point? I said well, bamboo is still a lot better than plastics. I told her if she wants a fresh pair to take home, she could have it. This seemed to catch her off guard and she accepted the chopsticks. I think somehow this was a “win” in her mind and she left with a smug expression. Never saw her again, thankfully.
Definitely not wasabi. If I had guess, it was maybe some sort of chilli sauce with garlic undertones and some other spices I couldn’t identify. It was a thick goopy sauce with sort of a mayo-like consistency but with dark specks suspended in green.
It was years ago when I was waiting tables, but I worked at a sushi restaurant and in walks this woman with a large purse. When her food arrives, she produces a big green squeeze bottle from the purse and proceeds to squirt some sort of super pungent green sauce over everything. Like we’re talking right on the sushi!
I was actually inwardly a little amused by the whole thing and was speculating what it might be? She looked vaguely south asian? Anyway, I quickly realized the smell was going to bother other customers, so I politely asked if she might move to another table. It’s not one I usually gave to customers as it was near the kitchen with servers going back and forth a lot, but it was far enough away from the main dining area to keep the smell localized.
Well, then she blew up. Omg. I eventually had to call the manager who tried to talk to her in calming tones but with little success. And it fell on me again to escort her out. (I’m a pretty big guy, though kind of baby-faced and not very intimidating, but the manager was a small woman and I guess I was her best option?)
As I led her out, she started removed that we shouldn’t use disposable chopsticks. I think she was just venting about anything at this point? I said well, bamboo is still a lot better than plastics. I told her if she wants a fresh pair to take home, she could have it. This seemed to catch her off guard and she accepted the chopsticks. I think somehow this was a “win” in her mind and she left with a smug expression. Never saw her again, thankfully.
It wasn’t just wasabi? That’s my only guess (as someone who loves spicy food and can never get enough wasabi).
Definitely not wasabi. If I had guess, it was maybe some sort of chilli sauce with garlic undertones and some other spices I couldn’t identify. It was a thick goopy sauce with sort of a mayo-like consistency but with dark specks suspended in green.
Probably a sort of fish sauce mixture
If its in a giant squeeze bottle, it definitely isn’t real wasabi. That stuff is 30 bucks for 100 grams
Oh totally. I should’ve written “that which people call wasabi.”