About the noisy Japanese dinner

Dark and gloomy skies greeted us as we opened our car doors in the East Coast car park. We were starving and our original intention had been to drive to the famous Old Airport Road food centre for our dinner after picking up my wife from the airport.

As it turned out, we couldn’t wait, not when our car whizzed past East Coast and rows of restaurants came into view. The Japanese restaurant caught our eyes and we agreed quickly that we’d turn out from the expressway and head straight there.

Once inside the restaurant, we were greeted by a cacophony of voices, some hollering, some shrieking, wishing us ‘welcome’ in their pseudo-Japanese. You might already have a taste of it if you have ever stepped into Sakae Sushi but I tell you, this was ten times worse.

Anyway we were ushered to our seat, and we pored over the menu, which contains an astounding 189 dishes (no I didn’t count them as all the dishes were numbered). The only problem was that we simply did not know what to order. There were too many dishes to choose from!

It didn’t help that while we were still deciding, we were momentarily deafened by the disharmonious grunts by the waitresses every time a guest entered the restaurant.

Eventually we picked our dishes and ordered our food.

The good news was that we didn’t have to wait too long for the food to come. We barely got warmed up in our conversation before my dish, curry rice with chicken, arrived, followed moments later by an excellent beef sukiyaki.

The meal was quite average but it did its job of filling our stomachs.

Well, once the billed was settled, we stood up to head for the exit. I was almost prepared to cover my ears because you would know what would come next.

Yes. They shrieked again ‘goodbye and please come again’ in some unintelligible language, Japanese I presume.





And no no no no no, I didn’t cover my ears. That would be too mean, wouldn't it.