But now you do have to share an experience. :-)
I went to a sushi restaurant in Los Angeles and after several bottles of sake and some ordinary sushi, the chefs thought they would play with the two round-eyed boys. They started bringing out stuff that was still wiggling, sliced it up and served it with raw quail’s eggs broken over the top. We ate it to laughter from the chefs, paid up, said, “Domo arigato” and slinked out.