Ethan Rupp’s Fish Bowl sounds like, oh, what kind of bar does it sound like? I see vinyl booths, pink neon, laminated menus boasting inscrutably-named cocktails with which business casuals drink away the daily indignities of their lives. I may have to do some heavy drinking myself, given that this is a horror game and I’m playing it alone, at nearly 4 AM, like an idiot. Maybe the apple cider in the fridge has fermented by now? Nope, seems fine. How ’bout you, coconut milk? No? Well, dammit. I don’t even have any nutmeg. I have, let’s see, salt, pepper, cinnamon, cumin, rice vinegar, sesame seed and peanut oils, fresh basil, and South African smoke spice, which is delicious on cucumber sandwiches. I wish I had a cucumber sandwich. I have one tortilla and no vegetables of any kind. I am the worst foodie ever.
Yes, dammit, I’m hungry. I am going to quick make some onigiri or this review will be even more about food than it’s already going to be.
[spoilers begin om nom nom]