The Thousands

I’m concerned. I never told the owners of Choajip that when their walls housed Japanese restaurant Umi Umi, the food seemed delicious but their petite but pricy servings were way out of my cash-strapped league.

Somehow, they found out. I went in there last week and was surprised to find myself stuffed full to bursting with tasty Korean cuisine. They knew if they were going to feed me a main course on the burning side of spicy, I would need cute little bowls of something that looked like chutney and plenty of rice to keep my mouth cool. I noticed they’ve even kept their dishes priced around $20 to stay in line with my miserly meal budgets. On top of everything, the waiter seemed to have some kind of mind-link with my beer bottle, offering me another just before it emptied.

I’m convinced they can read my thoughts. I’m pretty sure I mean that as a compliment. Maybe you should ask them what I mean.