On the grounds of the Chinese cafe from 18.07... https://www.anekdot.ru/id/1230411/

A long time ago, I married a Japanese woman. She even worked at the Japanese embassy in the reception room. You call there, and the voice of your wife says to you, and all that...

Well, and then we went to America and started there, among other things, to go to a Japanese restaurant more or less regularly. It was very delicious and the paper cakes. And our Japanese began to write them there on the baskets of messages with various coloured wax pieces, thank you and goodbye, likes to put then was not in fashion...

Once I wrote, the second, the third, we blinked, and as we go again - the waitress does not immediately come to us, but the manager immediately comes, we have already recognized her, she was always sitting on the bar, calculating something in the notebook and ordering in half a voice. Well, the Japanese was tense, gathered the Japanese words of doccia, so that the answer to give and not hit the dirt...

...and the chef is like this, in English, say, thank you for writing to us, we appreciated the scope and selfishness of your messages, only to translate to us is more expensive than the teasers, we are Koreans...