We were supposed to meet in the Masa restaurant on N. Monroe. It did not happen. What a ridiculous excuse! "We will be closed for Super Bowl Sunday". Yeah, whatever. The sign should have read: We will be expecting Mr. Padilla and his lovely wife along with Mr. Yang and his lovely wife with a SUPER SOUP BOWL on Sunday.
But enough of my gut spilling anger.
We went to Sakura, right across the street. We ate. We ate. We exploded. No, not really, we had fun. I helped Juseob with a letter that he was writing, pointing out mistakes and places where he could improve. Instead of correcting his errors immediately, I chose to point out a trouble spot and see if he realized what was wrong. Sometimes he did realize, but I had to guide him a little bit.
The food was decent. Everybody had tempura (I had scallop tempura), and we all shared some sushi. To our surprise, the American waiter busted out some informal Korean, which impressed Juseob and his wife. As it turns out, the waiter had been serving in the USAF and had been stationed in Korea for about three years.
But, wait! There is one more surprise! We learned that Juseob's wife is pregnant with their first child! Okay... It was half a surprise. My wife had already noticed. Apparently, women have this ability to talk to each other using their minds. Yeah, I couldn't believe it either...
Anyway, for next time, I hope our plans are not ruined because of some lousy owner that wants to shut down his business for a dumb event, like a Super Bowl, for example.
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