don't ask, don't tell

My friend Munehisa made dinner for me last nite. He's a really sweet guy, so honest and sincere. Just as we are sitting down to a potato stew and fried fish dinner (everything is looking edible at this point), he decides to inform me WHAT it really is.
The fried fish looked great---how can anything fried taste bad right? He goes to his Jap-Eng dictionary thumbing through the pages to find the fish's name in English. I wait patiently, anxiety increasing with each turn of the page. The look on my face, must have been similar to this other horrific fish eating experience pictured above. Very casually and eagerly he expresses his enthusiasm and apparent approval of none other than SARDINES. gulp.
I managed to put down 2 of those (which were the size of giant prawn!) The bones, fishy taste and skin --which i could see peaking out from the fish batter that hides its unappetizing appearance.
Nice gesture Munehisa, sincerely appreciate your efforts!
But you broke the cardinal rule:
Always tell your victims AFTER they finish eating.