I bet there was a guy sitting at a nearby table eyeballing the testicals, quietly cursing the fact that he if he’d actually been down with the chef he could’ve been privy to the dish. Then the next morning, while reading the morning paper he felt this sense of relief slightly tinged with last night’s regret.
This begs the question: also prickly?
Yet another unnecessary blowfish testicle casualty.

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