A few weeks back I went to "La Primervera", an authentic Brazilian restaurant with Danimal and the Bolivians, Augustus and Javi. I met the guys at the train station and then we drove for over an hour into the Japanese countryside. By the time I reached the restaurant, I had already spent 2.5 hours in transit, and it was definitely worth. In Japan I find that no matter how much I eat I am always hungry. This was my first and only food coma, and it was pure ecstasy. Inside the restaurant the waiters carried giant chunks of meat on skewers and cut the meat directly onto our plates. There were at least 10 different types of grilled and BBQ'd meat!
Despite my best efforts otherwise, I'm losing wait faster than a post-op gastric bypass patient. Damn the Japanese and their healthy and extremely expensive food! Before I came to Japan I tried to pack on some extra poundage just for this reason, but I'm afraid I have already burned through all of my reserves. It is only a matter of time before I become Skeletor. Where is an Ultimate Cheeseburger when you need one.
Green: Bring more meat!
Red: You are about to puke. I almost did.
Coming to Japan has also been great Spanish practice. A few days before "La Primavera" I was enjoying some Mos Burger when I overheard some people speaking Spanish behind me. It was a man and woman in their mid-twenties. The woman was cute so I figured what the hell, why not. I went over and said, "Sumimasen, de donde eres?" It turned out she spoke a lil English as well, but the man did not. They were both from Peru and had lived in Japan their whole lives. I talked to the woman for close to 20 minutes. She said that she would like to practice English so I told we should exchange numbers. There was a slight awkward pause. It wasn't until I called her later that I found out that the man was her fiancée and that I had totally pissed him off. She also has a kid. A fiancée I can work with, but a kid, that's a deal-breaker.
Despite my best efforts otherwise, I'm losing wait faster than a post-op gastric bypass patient. Damn the Japanese and their healthy and extremely expensive food! Before I came to Japan I tried to pack on some extra poundage just for this reason, but I'm afraid I have already burned through all of my reserves. It is only a matter of time before I become Skeletor. Where is an Ultimate Cheeseburger when you need one.
Green: Bring more meat!Red: You are about to puke. I almost did.
Coming to Japan has also been great Spanish practice. A few days before "La Primavera" I was enjoying some Mos Burger when I overheard some people speaking Spanish behind me. It was a man and woman in their mid-twenties. The woman was cute so I figured what the hell, why not. I went over and said, "Sumimasen, de donde eres?" It turned out she spoke a lil English as well, but the man did not. They were both from Peru and had lived in Japan their whole lives. I talked to the woman for close to 20 minutes. She said that she would like to practice English so I told we should exchange numbers. There was a slight awkward pause. It wasn't until I called her later that I found out that the man was her fiancée and that I had totally pissed him off. She also has a kid. A fiancée I can work with, but a kid, that's a deal-breaker.
2 comments:
i can get you an ultimate cheeseburger... ME! hey, the past post, classic! you WOULD hit on a woman in front of her almost husband. jerk.
good job robert
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