An Adventurous Meal

I have seldom been finicky
About food since I was a kid.
I learned to eat with the locals
When I lived overseas,
To eat whatever they ate,
And to survive
The occasional consequences.
I ran across quite a few
Not so daring travelers
Who refused to risk trying
Any unfamiliar food,
Or anything that had meat,
I would often see them
Wildly gesticulating
In spur of the moment
Sign language
Trying to convey
Complex cooking instructions
To some confused restaurateur.
I have learned to enjoy
Leaving it up to the cook
To prepare the dish
As he or she sees fit,
Or to order from a menu
Written in an alien tongue.
It’s a lottery of sorts
And I have no idea
What I might get
Other than an adventurous meal,
And I am seldom disappointed.