Trader Vic's at the Marriott Resort and Spa is being renovated, so last weekend Nuch and I tried the JW Marriott's Sunday Brunch. The food was fine, but the number of options and atmosphere were both lacking. Still, a bad day at Sunday Brunch is better than a good day at the office. In addition, there was a moment when I was briefly reminded of Nuch's and my first date.
Almost 6 years ago on the recommendation of a friend, I asked Nuch out for dinner to a Japanese restaurant called Fuji at Central Pingklao. It was a blind date, so there were the expected pre-date tensions. Then, when we first met, and I saw that she looked pretty damn good, I grew even more tense. In fact, I think I can finally admit that she may have been a little out of my league.
Anyway, I do my best to hang with this superstar, pulling out every last joke, quip and anecdote from my bag of tricks. When I start running out of things to say, Nuch begins telling me how much she loves wasabi. For me, I tell her that I'm okay with spicy food, but I don't touch wasabi. In fact, a faint whiff of it forces my nostrils to constrict.
Nuch in a friendly effort to demonstrate her superiority and remind me to think twice before I decide to play in the big leagues again, drowns her sushi in a dish of soi sauce thick with wasabi.
Then, it came out her nose.
She was human after all, and the rest is history.