Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Hey! My Hashi!

Had a quiet weekend, cleaned the floor in the apartment. Actually Jeff and I mopped the floor. Imagine that.

Today at work was pretty good, actually did straight up Java most of the day. That was a nice change from that loosey goosey Javascript and plain ol' HTML. Wish I got to do more regular Java coding.

I posted some older pics on my flickr page. I have developed a strong fondness for that site already. It's great. Try it.

Usually I bring in my own lunch made from leftovers, but today I went to lunch with Peter and Moon-san at an izakaya they recommended. Nothing fancy, just normal set menus. These places typically have four or five daily specials, each coming with rice, miso soup, and a few other standards. As usual when I go out to eat I had brought my own brown, lightly laquered chopsticks along ("my hashi"). Got this ecologically friendly idea from my former roommate, Wong. I hate using and throwing away the disposables ("wari-bashi") that 90% of the restaurants in Japan provide. At our table, and every table was a plate of assorted Japanese-style pickles and a pair of public, non-disposable chopsticks to serve them with.

At length my food arrived on a tray, complete with plastic wrapped moist towelette and disposable chopsticks. I ignored them and began to eat with my own. All of a sudden they were snatched from my hand by a waiter who drew out the disposables I had received and began to walk away admonishing me to use those instead. Quite taken aback by this I managed a few words of protest while Moon-san helped me to convince the waiter that I had not been eating my meal with the public chopsticks. He quickly realized his mistake and gave mine back, taking away the disposables, and apologizing to me. He didn't seem very enthusiastic though.

My guess is that since this place is very close to the US Embassy, they must get clueless gaijin in there all the time. Still, I'm surprised he was even on the prowl for such problems. That'll teach me to carry more distinctive reusable chopsticks with me. That and to watch for suspicious waiters.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Haha great story!

Hey you were coding Java! Woohoo! I have to say ... I much prefer that to HTML/Javascript any day as well.


3:14 PM  
Blogger jarsyl said...

It was a bizarre event. Japanese waiters are normally a very friendly and polite bunch.

Javascript's main failing in my eyes is its loose typing and lack of a good debugger. I suppose the first is by design, to make it easy for novice coders, but they're only going to make it harder for themselves in the long run. At least if they try and write anything complicated. (Not that I'm really an experienced programmer...)

11:11 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I went to a "Japanese" restaurant today. Note that my eyes roll as I quote that word. It was a place called "Sakkio Japan" near the Prudential Center Mall. I suppose that having "Japan" in the actual name of the restaurant should have been the first indication that this was not, in fact, a real Japanese restaurant.

After I was handed my meal in a styrofoam packaging by the servers ("Jane" and "Ping", I guess that would be strike 2), I noticed they did not give me anything to eat the food with. I then said "Uh... Ohashi?"

She stared at me for a moment and said, "Iced Tea?"

The food was not even that good. The rice was definitely American long-grain rice, which didn't stick together at all and made it very difficult to eat with sticks. I shoulda gone to Ittyo. :-)


12:16 PM  
Blogger jarsyl said...

Hey Justin,
I'm actually familiar with that chain and would hesitate to eat there, given a choice. Taco Bell or even Arby's would win out. Do you work near the Prudential then? Where do you live these days? I don't know what Ittyo is, but I'm sure I've told you about the Porter Exchange. They know what おはし are there.

11:42 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ittyo is in the Porter Exchange. You were the one that introduced me to the place. :-)


6:50 AM  

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