Preface: I went to the market, I bought some "fresh" fish. I paid cash - customary in Chinatown.
The scene: company is coming for dinner.
The cuisine: beautifully fried white snapper with lemon, served on a bed of quinoa.
The cooking atmosphere: it smells like chlorine. Hmmm, maybe it's just from cleaning the floors.
The horror: The chlorine smell is coming from the fish! I tasted it...I... more