Sherri tugged me by the arm as we headed toward the door of the Japanese Steakhouse, passing a duo of somber-looking lion statues.
Inside, we weren't prepared for what we saw: sitting at one of the booths was a massive squid, slowly shoveling a screaming tourist into its beaked maw. When finished, it delicately picked up a napkin to wipe away cocktail sauce. Its glassy blue eyes regarded us with bizarre cheer.
The best way to eat a cephalopod is to hurry as fast as you can because if you don't it will eat you first. Its only fair, right?