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Yesterday Lena decided to pick a place for dinner out of the guide.
The place she chose supposedly had an English menu but didn't have
an English sign outside. Since Tokyo can boast one of the most bizzare
building numbering schemes, we did not want to trust our dinner
chances just to the address, so Lena copied down the Japanese sign
to the best of her calligraphic abilities and we went searching.
There we were, walking down the street, Lena busy carefully inspecting
all the signs, me just trailing along. At this one spot she decided
to ask for my advice, which I readily offered saying that to me
it looks just right (those wiggles all look the same to me, to be
quite frank). Wrong answer, apparently, because I was told I was
crazy and then dragged on farther. Two blocks later, when we finally
started paying attention to the numbers, we figured out that we
must have missed our destination and after some hesitation decided
to turn back. Well, after realizing that it indeed was possible
to follow blocks 3-9 and 3-8 with a 3-4, we located the restaurant
easily enough. You probably have guessed by now, it was the exact
same spot I mentioned earlier and had Lena listened to me it would
have saved us some fruitless wondering around. As it was, I got
something to gloat about for the rest of the evening. Food, btw,
was terrible, by the end of dinner I was wishing we never found
the place. |