Research shows that we are able to make better decisions when well rested. I must have been skipping too many hours of sleep last week because I happened to make the very poor choice of heading to For The Love Of Seafood festival at the Fish Market on Saturday.
What’s wrong with that, you may ask? Apparently nothing. I love seafood and if I lived closer to the Fish Market (or had a car) I’d be there at least once a week. Unfortunately last Saturday I decided to ignore my gut instinct that told me not to go to the festival and headed there without having checked the festival’s full description and the weather forecast. Plus, I wore a pair of thongs that hurt my feet. What was I thinking? (or why wasn’t I thinking?).
Anyway, I got there and found the Foodie’s Oasis half empty. There was a cooking competition going on, but I didn’t stay long because it was almost finished (they were announcing the winner, or the lack of, because it was a tie), plus I was really hungry.
I was handed a program and then I realised it would have been better to check it beforehand. I was expecting lots of stalls but there were only a few and the food was being sold by the regular shops.
Because I arrived late, I missed the “blessing the fleet ceremony”.
I got to sample a bit of really good smoked salmon, which was being sold at Peter’s.
There had been activities for kids, like cardboard fish painting.
As usual, all available tables and seats were taken by people enjoying their meals.
I was on my own, so I decided to go after small portions to be able to sample a few different things. My first bite was a skewer of BBQ prawns, which were very tasty.
Then I queued at Doyles for a regular serving of fish and chips, but then remembered that I had had chips the day before so I went to the sushi place instead.
Still looking for small serves, I got the takoyaki (skewer of octopus balls) and a California roll (which had crab imitation instead of the real thing, but I just ordered whatever crossed my mind in the first place).
I sat outside on some steps and enjoyed my meal, which was good and much fresher than the stuff sold in regular Japanese takeaway joints. Then I bought some fresh fish and the thunderstorm began. Of course, Murphy’s Law proved to be always right and I didn’t have my umbrella or waterproof jacket with me. I walked to the closest bus stop and learned that I’d have to wait for almost 30 minutes until the next bus showed up. Considering the rain and the highly perishable items I had bought, I stopped a first taxi and went home.