Bam! 1/144th Done!

Yeah, ok, you are reading it here first. Shocker, Jen and I, San Diego natives, have never eaten the quintessential San Diego Food: Rubio’s World Famous Fish Tacos. What can I say? We don’t eat fish. And, it seems, fish is an integral part of these fish tacos. Fish tacos seemed like the obvious choice for this challenge because it is a food that will actually be challenging for Jen and I. And, as I mentioned, people in San Diego look at you like you are crazy if you tell them you have never eaten a fish taco.

            I don’t have a lot to say about the experience because our texts preceding and following the experience, combined with the photos Matt was kind enough to take, tell the story better than I ever could.

Scott to Jen: Chris said to remind you that you have a date for Rubio’s fish tacos tomorrow.

Jen to Scott: Ugh. Tell her ok.

Me to Jen: When are we planning on this vomit fest?

NOTICE ALL OF THE LIME, WE PREPPED WELL. IT FUNCTIONED TO DROWN OUT THE TASTE AND WASH THE FISH SMELL OFF OUR HANDS

IT IS NEVER PROMISING IF THAT IS YOUR FIRST REACTION

BEFORE THE FIRST TASTE: I THINK MAYBE JEN WAS A LITTLE MORE PREJUDICED THAN ME

DON'T TAKE MY PICTURE, I MIGHT THROW UP!

SPITTING OUT THE THIRD BITE, SUDDENLY NOT SURE IF THERE WAS FISH IN THE FIRST TWO BITES

Jen to Facebook: It is official, I still hate fish.

I WISH I COULD SAY THIS FACE WAS POSED, BUT MATT JUST CAUGHT ME TRYING NOT TO SPIT IT OUT OR THROW UP

The verdict:

There was some sort of sauce that I hated. Combine the unpleasant richness of that sauce with the fried fishy fishness of battered fish, and my stomach twisted and turned, leaped and flipped more than a cheerleader on a trampoline. Jen didn’t give me such a detailed description, but several hours later she did inform me, via text, that she still felt like throwing up. Oh, right, and there was that part where she spit the taco out into her napkin. We each took three bites, and gave up. I might have been able to choke the whole thing down, but what is the point of eating calories you don’t enjoy? They’ll just make that whole running a half marathon challenge more difficult.

The reward:

For surviving 1/144^th (by my shaky math skills) of the B.L.L., we rewarded ourselves with cupcakes from Sprinkles in La Jolla. Matt did not eat the fish taco, so I’m not sure why he got a cupcake, but he did nonetheless. I wasn’t thrilled by my cupcake, but it almost managed to get rid of the fish taco taste so it was my favorite food of the outing.

Closure:

I’ll leave you an exchange of texts that sums up the experience.

Jen to Me: You can come eat dinner with us if you want.

Me to Jen: Thanks, but I really need to get home to brush my teeth.