Dr. Fish

For Jason’s birthday each year I try to do something out-of-the-ordinary. Last year we rode a camel together (he never saw that one coming) and this year I heard about a little place called “Dr. Fish.” I thought it would be the perfect way to celebrate turing 26. “Dr. Fish Cafe and Book Store” had all of Jason’s favorite things under one roof. 1) Coffee 2) Waffle bar 3) Books 4) Flesh eating fish. Ok, so maybe the little suckers didn’t top the list…yet.

We arrived at Dr. Fish and ordered our drinks. If you weren’t looking for these little munchers at the cafe you probably would never find them. You would think the name “Dr. Fish Cafe” is just another horrible Korean translation. Once you drinks are ordered, you are told you can have 30 min. with the fish. To be with the fish, you must become one, meaning, you have to take your shoes off and willingly put your feet into their tank. The fish tank is built into a bench so you can sit around it (just like a footbath). You wash your feet first and then you can just stick them in. When we first sat down to fish tank, there were two Korean girls hanging out with their feet being sucked. They weren’t screaming or anything. They actually looked relaxed. I was very excited and so was Jason. We washed up and were ready to go. As we were lowering our feet into the tank all the little fish (probably around 300 in the tank I am guessing) swam up to the surface, ready and willing to accept my callaused feet for dinner. The fish are only about two inches long but they are powerful. Plus, our new feet were full of dead skin so it caused a bit of a “feeding frenzy.” I will be honest, it didn’t hurt at all but it was the WEIRDEST sensation I have ever felt. My feet are not sensitive at all but when I had about 100 little fish nibbles at once I shrieked like a school boy running from a bully. The two Korean girls sitting with us were laughing and making fun of me. Owell. Jason was a little more calm about the first couple of minutes but the look on his face gave away that he was struggling to keep in some screams in himself. It took about 10 min. to really get used to the sensation. I would stick in just one foot, a heel, my toes, and finally, both at the same time. The little fish just kept eating away at my 5 months worth of skin build-up. We had both brought books to read to help us relax but that was out of the question because there was no way we could concentrate while this was happening.

After about 25 min. we decided that we had enough cleaning for one night. I washed my feet off and to my surprise, the little carnivors did their job. My heels looked nice and my feet were tingly all over. Jason also mentioned that his feet felt refreshed. We walked out of Dr. Fish feeling light-footed and ready to hit the town. Overall, Jason gave Dr. Fish a 8 out of 10 on the weirdness scale (score for me) and our feet have never looked better. Happy Birthday Jason!

5 Responses to “Dr. Fish”

  1. Monique says:

    Flesh-eating fish!!You really no how to treat your man 🙂 Actually Tom could do with a good pedicure…. 🙂

  2. Yusuke Mizuno says:

    They actually have this in Montréal as well =]

  3. J and A says:

    It’s already planned!

  4. stubbemand says:

    I want to do that.

  5. Dori says:

    did you take any pictures? i will stick with a good old american mani-/pedi. i will treat you to one when you are back here on holiday

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