I went out to a Japanese restaurant by myself today. Everyone else had plans. Earlier, sitting in my cubicle I was weighing my options. Today’s Thursday, meaning today’s McDeal is two cheeseburgers for $1.69. I was pretty much resigned to that decision and started heading in that direction. It’s a bit of a long walk, so I brought my umbrella and prepped my feet for the ordeal. Passing by the closer plaza, I suddenly changed my mind and headed for Ho Su Bistro which is about twice as expensive.
Why not? It’s pay day today.
In the middle of me taking a bite from my salmon teriyaki, I had a sudden thought. I have yet to see a Japanese/Korean restaurant where the manager and workers actually spoke the language related to the type of food they were selling. In all cases I can think back to, they all spoke a dialect of Chinese. I think that’s pretty amusing. If I were to suddenly say “itadakimasu” and “gochisousama deshita” it would have no meaning.
Come to think of it, the few franchises of Bourbon St. Grill that I’ve seen around here have been owned by Asian people. There’s an interpretation in there somewhere. I’m not sure what to think about Asian people thinking that cajun food is where the money is.
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