it's basically tradition that the teachers go out to eat every thursday night before our weekly grocery run. recently, i've been persuading some of them to try something besides pizza. last night, we went out for japanese. the place was chosen for it's super cool ambiance.
it's always double challenging when you're in a foreign country trying to distinguish another foreign food entirely. so, though they had an "english" menu, the translations were far from helpful. the dishes were all described like, "it's kind of like kimchi" or "it's a kind of kimbap".
before we were even close to deciphering the menu, the waitress came over and shoved a phone in my ear. "English!" she said. Apparently she had called a friend who spoke better english than she did. She'd failed to understand that we were nowhere close to decided what to get.
Should I get the "kind of like kimchi" or the "kind of like kimbap"?
I ended up ordering a huge portion of noodles with boiled seafood. it was one of those "i feel like i'm ripping them off this is so cheap moments". it was good, though its spice level was higher than even i could tolerate. but heck, it certainly beat pizza for the 4th month in a row.
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