Oh the irony of being South Africans in Japan, ordering kebabs in an Indian restaurant, off a menu written in Japanese. The waiter was a very polite Japanese man, who knew the English names of the food on the menu. The chef was Japanese, who came out of the kitchen to thank us for coming to eat. The Indian was the photograph on the wall, the music, the decor, and the excellent food. That was fun.
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