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One fine day, my good friend invited to what was supposed to be a lovely meal. I took the horrible mistake of saying yes. We arrived at a very nice restaurant with great service and excellent appetizers. My friend and I had a very good time, until the main course was served. I ordered some Middle Eastern soup. My friend talked me into ordering something "exotic" for once. The minute I saw the dish, I regretted even thinking of ordering the trash. The broth was yellow. The chicken that was supposed to be in it was so undercooked, it looked like a neon pink sign for a nightclub. What was supposed to be vegetables, looked like a dog bone that withered up, dried, and turned green. After seeing the disgusted look on my face, my friend demanded that I stop being "picky" and just eat the dish. I closed my eyes, prayed, and ate the trash. The minute the foul liquid hit my taste buds, I nearly threw the horrid dish into the fire place next to us. The yellow broth tasted like a gut-wrenching mixture of dead fish and rotting dog food. I almost spat the extremely undercooked chicken at the waiter walking past me. The vegetables tasted like some lizard that died 100 years ago. I excused myself from the table and puked out every meal I ever ate in the bathroom stall. I later slapped my friend for forcing me to eat that disgusting meal.