Donburi I trusted you!
I spent a good amount of time at the internet cafe loading my HD up with crap (and for some reason this was a very difficult task. Stupid Japanese computers.) While I was there I got hungry, as most organic beings do (aside from Oprah) and they include a menu in the booth. One thing looked delicious until I read that it had kimchi in it (if you want to eat rotten cabbage, be my guest) so I chose a random donburi bowl to chow on.
I actually had no idea what I was doing. There were little slips in the room that I thought were for ordering food but I read them over and nothing like that. There was a phone on the wall, and it had a picture of an ambulence underneath it so I was nervous about calling it.
So I used the internet to go to the website for the place that I was sitting in to read up on how to order food.
I apparently am not a risk taker.
Picking up the phone rings the front desk, which is what a sane person would have guessed it did, so I ordered the delicious photo and lie in wait for...deliciousness.
I was let down. School cafeteria donburi should not taste better than the stuff I get in town. But it does, and it did, and I'm not sure I want to risk eating at this place anymore.
They did get me someone who spoke English this time (I'm not exactly sure why. I was speaking Japanese just fine when I came in there. Or...understandably) and this turned out well because apparently they have a no smoking section. It's actually an entire other section of the building separated by a room and everything. It's very nice, and a bit roomier, but there was this guy who just kept farting the whole time, loudly. It was gross.
So I jumped the cubicle and strangled him, now I'm getting deported and I'll be home this weekend!
Haha, you wish.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
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