Yaki-niku ikaga desu ka?
Okay, I admit it, I was pushing that belly out like a German pushing his daughter out of the house when she turns eighteen; but I couldn't eat another bite.
Okay, I admit it, I was pushing that belly out like a German pushing his daughter out of the house when she turns eighteen; but I couldn't eat another bite.
She starts muttering to herself about kimchi. "I don't think we have enough kimchi." "It's okay," I reassure her, " I don't really eat so much of it."
It's an old moist smell-- familiar but I have trouble placing it.
An older man, early 50s, is just ahead of me as we get on the escalator. He looks a little unstable. A little scared.