The Restaurant with No Menu

My friend took me to a restaurant that has no menu. It's a small place in an old house, with six tables. You sit down and the owner, an old man, asks, "What don't you eat?" That's the only question. Then he goes to the kitchen.

I was nervous. What if he brought something strange? But after twenty minutes the food came: grilled fish, a spicy vegetable dish, rice and a soup I didn't recognise. Every dish was better than the last. I ate until I couldn't move.

When we paid, the price was less than a normal restaurant. I asked the owner why he had no menu. He said, "A menu is for people who don't trust the cook." I've been back four times. I still don't know what I'm going to eat. That's the best part.