Last week in celebration of Nathan’s good fortune, Nathan treated his wife Jessy, Tyler, and me to sushi at a local sushi bar whose name, for legal purposes, will not be revealed here. However, you can think long and hard to figure out what sushi place I mean, as there are only two or three in Troy.
First, the sushi was delicious.
However, I’ll warn you to not order water there. Ever. Seriously.
Being the health-observant person I am, I try to drink a lot of water. Thereto in addition, water almost never costs money at restaurants, so you can save a few dollars by having water instead of any other kind of beverage.
Tyler took a sip of his refilled glass, and immediately said that something was wrong.
Nathan tasted his and verified the chlorine taste of the water.
The server had poured cleaning water in our glasses, which, while diluted and not capable of killing us, certainly had the power to make everyone sick to their stomachs.
Naturally, this upset us all, and Tyler took great pains to try to remove the horrible taste from his mouth, which wasn’t successful even after eating the pickled ginger and wasabi.
How did our dear friends at the restaurant repay us?
Why, they gave a whole whopping 10% discount on the bill!
An additional question I have is why are Japanese restaurants always run by Chinese or Koreans? I haven’t really understood how that happens.
Then again, Van Tilden’s husband, Yasutaka, explained it to me once the best that he could. Yasu said the basic premise is that Americans don’t care if an actual Japanese person cooks the Japanese food because, well, at least they’re Asian, and they all look alike, so it makes no difference to the ignorant American.
The difference is that had we been in Japan when this happened (or been at a Japanese restaurant where actual Japanese people ran it), we would have had the meal free and received another free meal for the next time we visited the restaurant, plus coupons galore. Van Tilden can correct me if I’m wrong.
Either way, the dining experience was kind of ruined by the cleaning water incident. I can report that Tyler is okay, though.
The moral of the story is that the next day at Waffle House, we both made sure to order soft drinks instead of water. No sense in taking any chances.