The food was great... actually... it wasn't.

Picture this: you are talking to this girl you met out at some pub, and it's looking good. She obviously likes you, and you're ok with that because you like being liked. Halfway through one conversation about something irrelevant, you begin to feel this sickness in your stomache. You've only had a few beers, it doesn't make sense - but then why the feeling? Ten minutes later you rush out of the venue under the guise of some insincere apology only to rush back to the room you are staying in and spend the rest of the entire night beside the toilet. As you can't imagine a worst fate, suddenly pictures of sushi you ate eight hours earlier flash into your head. You know what's wrong now: you have food poisoning.

And so it was for me too this past Thursday night.

This isn't the first time this had ever happened. I can recall being younger at my cottage in the Gatineau hills and having my mother take care of me because the McDonald's I had eaten earlier obviously was not up to snuff. When I was seventeen, I got beaver fever on a fifty day canoe trip in the Yukon and North-West territories, which was really bad because we had to keep moving and that left no time to coalesce. Last summer, I had the Norwalk virus in Lake Louise along with about sixty percent of the staff. I then had to take care of my girlfriend who got it after visiting me a week later. No real point in emphasising the unpleasantries, we've all been there. My mother says that nausea and vomiting are what she despises "more than anything else in physical life." I think that based on this past Thursday, I would probably agree.

But honestly, is it that hard to wash your hands before you handle food? Is it that difficult to ensure that the food you serve in your restaurant is fresh? I had friends of mine this past year in Hamilton who missed my birthday because they got Norwalk after eating at a sushi restaurant.

I am going to get my money back.