Who me?
Casually sipping warm lemon water with intent so as to get ready by 10:30 because I have a lunch date with a friend and it's something I'm excited about because it took a bit of badgering, persuasion and requests to have my friends book this Japanese restaurant that I never seem to be able to find reservations at.
I have tried, oh I have tried and until now I thought one might need a key to enter the place but turns out it's more easily booked by Japanese people who know how to circumvent the process as opposed to those who stare at the website and call the place finding it somehow always jam packed.
It's one of those quaint restaurant which upon staring inside doesn't seem like much but is apparently among the most sought after eateries for Japanese food and each time that I've tried getting in I've only been fended off by polite smiles, me and a long queue of disappointed people.
But not today!
No sir.
Today I shall enter and eat and not leave.
We've to be at the restaurant by 11:30 because that's when we've been asked to come.
Since when did eating food get so complicated?
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