let's just say this morning started the wrong way. i wasn't feeling so good, i had a good headache and with my belly i also have to go to the toilets every hour. so i come in class, and start unpacking my stuff, then rushes to the toilets before the teacher starts speaking. i get back to find my friend moving my stuff. another friend needed the place because it's the closest to the door. whenever the temperature's too high in the room, she gets crises and can faint (i think it's called spasmophilia). surely it's not fun for her. anyway, so my friend tells me this while the sick one takes the seat. fine. but is it too complicated for her to say it herself instead of letting my friend talking ?
i also don't like that adult talking to child kind of tone. if asked, i would have gladly let her take the seat. then the same talking friend shows me the pile of documents for next week.
-she(talking about the teacher) has already distributed them and that's all that's left. considering how many we are in this room, you'd better take one now. sure, because you couldn't take one for me while i was 5 meters away ?
i was pissed. i invented the lame excuse i was in a bad mood (kind of true, headaches do that to me) but frankly, i don't like when people impose their decisions on others. and i also don't like that card labelled "spasmophilia" slammed in my face. because for one, i needed to be close ot the door too. in fact, i packed my stuff pretty quickly at the end. just consider yourself lucky i didn't puke on your sneakers grrr.
then i had lunch with my mom, she wanted to show me a nice healthfood store. we ate a japanese restaurant, or so called. i am a big fan of japanese food, so you bet i've been to more than one restaurant. but this one... i first eek when i see the menu contains well, menus. if you want to order individual sushi or maki instead of the preselected options, it'spossible but it's limited. no tempuras or any other japanese meal, just sushi, maki, beef or chicken brochettes (it's also a french prejudice to think japanese cook is limited to sushi and meat brochettes). hmm, yeah, except 6 kappa maki for 3 euros, let me tell you it's a bit too cheap. so do that restaurant has a chef, or do they simply serve sushi they buy already made somewhere else ?
the classic miso soup turned out to be water, with 3 poor very thin slices of mushrooms in it, and what is more shocking, no miso or tofu cubes in it. it was just like dashi, cut with water. fine for a fish soup i suppose, except it's not what i asked. eww, it also had a nasty taste of vinegar, like the kind used for sushi.
oh, and i found a short, black curly hair in the soup. not mine obviously. this is where i started to worry for food poisoning (lol, but my belly is already too messed up, i don't need that). the heat kills most of the germs, right ? so i went for the safest option and ordered some brochettes. the meat was just too fried but not cooked inside, and the crappy yakitori sauce was literally glueing the pieces of meat together, making them impossible to be eaten. i have been raised to eat what is in my plate, but i couldn't finish it.
on that last point i may well be wrong, but the problem is there are a LOT of "japanese" restaurants in Paris, but only a few are run by japanese. and i am pretty sure the staff wasn't speaking japanese. that detail is usually a sign if you're in a real japanese restaurant or not.
in two weeks i'm on holidays, be sure i'll call some friends to go eating with me in a real, delicious japanese restaurant. too bad it was too far from my mom's work, or i would have so eaten there.
i also don't like that adult talking to child kind of tone. if asked, i would have gladly let her take the seat. then the same talking friend shows me the pile of documents for next week.
-she(talking about the teacher) has already distributed them and that's all that's left. considering how many we are in this room, you'd better take one now. sure, because you couldn't take one for me while i was 5 meters away ?
i was pissed. i invented the lame excuse i was in a bad mood (kind of true, headaches do that to me) but frankly, i don't like when people impose their decisions on others. and i also don't like that card labelled "spasmophilia" slammed in my face. because for one, i needed to be close ot the door too. in fact, i packed my stuff pretty quickly at the end. just consider yourself lucky i didn't puke on your sneakers grrr.
then i had lunch with my mom, she wanted to show me a nice healthfood store. we ate a japanese restaurant, or so called. i am a big fan of japanese food, so you bet i've been to more than one restaurant. but this one... i first eek when i see the menu contains well, menus. if you want to order individual sushi or maki instead of the preselected options, it'spossible but it's limited. no tempuras or any other japanese meal, just sushi, maki, beef or chicken brochettes (it's also a french prejudice to think japanese cook is limited to sushi and meat brochettes). hmm, yeah, except 6 kappa maki for 3 euros, let me tell you it's a bit too cheap. so do that restaurant has a chef, or do they simply serve sushi they buy already made somewhere else ?
the classic miso soup turned out to be water, with 3 poor very thin slices of mushrooms in it, and what is more shocking, no miso or tofu cubes in it. it was just like dashi, cut with water. fine for a fish soup i suppose, except it's not what i asked. eww, it also had a nasty taste of vinegar, like the kind used for sushi.
oh, and i found a short, black curly hair in the soup. not mine obviously. this is where i started to worry for food poisoning (lol, but my belly is already too messed up, i don't need that). the heat kills most of the germs, right ? so i went for the safest option and ordered some brochettes. the meat was just too fried but not cooked inside, and the crappy yakitori sauce was literally glueing the pieces of meat together, making them impossible to be eaten. i have been raised to eat what is in my plate, but i couldn't finish it.
on that last point i may well be wrong, but the problem is there are a LOT of "japanese" restaurants in Paris, but only a few are run by japanese. and i am pretty sure the staff wasn't speaking japanese. that detail is usually a sign if you're in a real japanese restaurant or not.
in two weeks i'm on holidays, be sure i'll call some friends to go eating with me in a real, delicious japanese restaurant. too bad it was too far from my mom's work, or i would have so eaten there.
