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Dining Out.
May. 7th, 2007 05:56 amMy host family was kind enough to treat me to dinner this evening, electing themselves to go out rather than stay in. They took me to a famous yakiniku (grilled meat) restaurant for a brand new dining experience. The only thing that comes close to it is the breakfast joint I once ate at with friends in Florida. That place featured griddles set into the wooden, camp tables where one could cook pancakes, sausages, eggs, and the lot.
Here, thin slices of raw meat (in various marinades) were brought out to our table, which had its own little wood-burning grill. We grilled our meat, dropped it in yakiniku sauce (tasty, but as yet unclassified), and ate it with steamed white rice and lettuce. Super yum!
This was my first real outing with the family, and I had a great time - talking naval logistics with Chris and grammar with Fujiko. (Fujiko is an English teacher, specializing in junior instruction, and she's very interested in linguistic structure.) We enjoyed stumping Chris in matters of grammatical structure - as when he asked what the difference between "wa" and "ga" was, and I explained that one was used to denote a subject and the other to denote an object. His blank look was worth a mint, and we had quite a laugh at his expense.
I also had a chance to learn a little bit more about how Fujiko and Chris got together, and was able to observe their couples dynamic. One of the funniest things I've ever seen in my life was Fujiko sputtering at Chris after he told me that she'd gotten "knocked up." (She's pregnant right now.) From that exchange we commenced a discussion about the connotations of knocked up. I explained that, while not a "bad" phrase, it tended to denote a woman who had no husband. A woman with a husband, I noted, "got pregnant." That's when Fujiko laughed and said that she might be pregnant now, but she'd definitely been knocked up the first time!
Jeffrey-chan began to grow anxious toward the end of the meal, and we left once the beers were finished. (Only Chris and I were drinking, thank you very much.) On the car ride home, Michael Jackson's Don't Stop ('Til You Get Enough) was playing, and I'd had just enough of my namu-biiru to explain about how this song always cracks me up.
You see... I know that the lyrics go, "Keep on/when the funk starts/don't stop 'til you get enough." But it always sounds like he's saying, "Keep on/with a porn star/don't stop 'til you get enough." And that is just unbelievably amusing. I told this to Chris, and he laughed at me. Then he began actually listening to the song, and the next thing I knew he was laughing at it. Somewhat hysterically, it might be added.
My work here is done.
FYI: I plan to upload photos soon, so look for week four images sometime tomorrow.
Here, thin slices of raw meat (in various marinades) were brought out to our table, which had its own little wood-burning grill. We grilled our meat, dropped it in yakiniku sauce (tasty, but as yet unclassified), and ate it with steamed white rice and lettuce. Super yum!
This was my first real outing with the family, and I had a great time - talking naval logistics with Chris and grammar with Fujiko. (Fujiko is an English teacher, specializing in junior instruction, and she's very interested in linguistic structure.) We enjoyed stumping Chris in matters of grammatical structure - as when he asked what the difference between "wa" and "ga" was, and I explained that one was used to denote a subject and the other to denote an object. His blank look was worth a mint, and we had quite a laugh at his expense.
I also had a chance to learn a little bit more about how Fujiko and Chris got together, and was able to observe their couples dynamic. One of the funniest things I've ever seen in my life was Fujiko sputtering at Chris after he told me that she'd gotten "knocked up." (She's pregnant right now.) From that exchange we commenced a discussion about the connotations of knocked up. I explained that, while not a "bad" phrase, it tended to denote a woman who had no husband. A woman with a husband, I noted, "got pregnant." That's when Fujiko laughed and said that she might be pregnant now, but she'd definitely been knocked up the first time!
Jeffrey-chan began to grow anxious toward the end of the meal, and we left once the beers were finished. (Only Chris and I were drinking, thank you very much.) On the car ride home, Michael Jackson's Don't Stop ('Til You Get Enough) was playing, and I'd had just enough of my namu-biiru to explain about how this song always cracks me up.
You see... I know that the lyrics go, "Keep on/when the funk starts/don't stop 'til you get enough." But it always sounds like he's saying, "Keep on/with a porn star/don't stop 'til you get enough." And that is just unbelievably amusing. I told this to Chris, and he laughed at me. Then he began actually listening to the song, and the next thing I knew he was laughing at it. Somewhat hysterically, it might be added.
My work here is done.
FYI: I plan to upload photos soon, so look for week four images sometime tomorrow.
