Sushi Adventure

It's been a while since my last post. I do apologize, to those who are desperately waiting for this post like I'm trying to patiently wait for smash bros brawl. Is there actually any one out there that fits that description? Unlikely. Yes, well, I did want to post something for a while and just couldn't bring myself to do it but today's occurrence begs for a post and here goes the story.

Well last friday I wanted to do something other than stay at the apartment and play video games or do whatever I normally do on friday nights so I made a search online for a restaurant that I could go to and have myself a nice dinner. I chose a restaurant called Tea House Noodle, but unfortunately it was rather far and I wasn't willing to walk that much just for dinner, no sir. So I picked a different restaurant and went there and had a nice pizza and no alcohol, even though it was a bar because it seems there's just no way for people to accept that my extremely legit driver's license from Puerto Rico, is valid as an ID in the US. Not that airports have no problem with it or anything. I'm not bitter! Well, in any case, today I decided I wanted to try that Noodle place out because the location is much closer to my work place than it is to my apartment so after working out I made my way there. Well, sadly, it was closed. However, right next to it lies a place called Sapporo Sushi and I decided to give it a try because I like sushi and, hey, it says Sapporo so it's Japanese.

I had a Spicy California Maki (Roll) as usual and it was deeelicious. There was only one person serving and preparing the sushi at the place: a man of probably his late 30s early 40s who was probably Japanese, seeing as how he ran a Japanese place. Well, after the meal I went to pay and thanked him for the sushi, saying it was very good and giving him a handsome tip because I'm sure it's hard enough doing everything it takes to run that kind of shop on your own, and of course, because the sushi was good. Well, I was pondering it throughout the meal but when it was over I finally mustered enough courage to ask him about a character in Japanese, a Kanji, that I didn't know. I could read the three others in the word but I didn't know that one so I figured I would ask him. Well after I paid I asked him about it. He was a little confused at first so I thought it was just me mumbling but I tried to make myself clear and pointed and read aloud what I knew but he still didn't know. Eventually he realized what I was asking for but just apologized saying "sorry, I don't know". I was taken aback and felt a bit sheepish. Then again, thinking about it, he probably felt even more so because he runs a Japanese restaurant but doesn't know Japanese. That's pretty much the only conclusion I can come to and I really shouldn't be too surprised. In the mall, the Japanese place (sakkio Japan) is also run by people that aren't Japanese. In any case, the sushi really was good so it makes up for the slightly awkward moment. And that was my sushi adventure.