Survival in restaurant in Jakarta 2 of 2
... Continued from post on 24 September 2006.
ME: *shaking legs while observing the best sushi plate on the conveyor belt*
~After a few minutes
*still enjoying my ocha panas, sipping away*
(do all old people enjoy hot drinks?)
(or the young passion of cold drinks are not longer passionate?)
(what are you having today? Panas or cold?
~ I keep forgetting the bahasa term for cold… Grrrr…)
~Not long after
STAFF: *serves the salmon sashimi*
“… … … salmon sashimi … ..”
*uses her fingernail to strike off the item on the order chit*
ME: *thinking to myself, YA YA, whatever, I know it’s sashimi laaaaa*
~for a split second
*shocked with mouth closed, brain cells getting wild*
“Huge, thick, yummy, juicy, salmon sashimi that I have ever seen so far…”
(Hey, I just got my arse onto the right seat in the right restaurant… :p)
ME: *looks around for the wasabi*
“DARN, nowhere in sight!”
*SAW IT. Just at the serving counter of the staff*
“erhh.. how to ask for it? … Itu … Itu… Wasabi? Who cares…”
*waiting for the right moment to strike, waves at staff near to the wasabi, point to it and OPEN MY MOUTH to ASK* “WASABI” *ends with a smile*
(It always work, with a smile, didn’t your teacher teach you that? I bet he/she sucks then)
STAFF: *Delightful passes the wasabi over*
ME: (Hey hey hey, I got my wasabi)
*mix 75% wasabi with 25% soya sauce* = YUMMY hot spicy brownish green mud!
*dips fat salmon sashimi into my mud and divides the catch into half for prolonged ecstasy…*
(I guess you won’t be interested in the munching process?)
(Fast forwarding…>>)
…..
(but I will furnish you with some pictures okie? Don’t be sad)
(I know it is a bit dark, compromise will ya?)
…..
ME: Ocha panas not longer panas, left with 10% full. Or you like it as 90% empty.
(how to get refill without opening my mouth?)
*aims for STAFF standing from a distance in order to prevent any conversation attempt. SPOTTED, waves, hold cup to a level where STAFF can see, do the Macarena water pouring dance move*
STAFF: *Acknowledges and gears into action right away*
~after a while
STAFF: *returns with ocha panas*
ME: (Hurray!) *awaits ocha to be filled, and deliver with the most convincing Indonesian accent* “Terima Kasih” *nods head to double up the thank you*
STAFF: *reply with a smile*
(Didn’t I just light up her day? I sure hope so. For those for have not been in the service industry, a smile means a lot. Sometimes bigger than a SGD $50 note when you are not feeling so good on that particular day, Trust me, I have been there before… and back ALIVE!!!)
…..
ME: *continues with delicious yummy food*
…..
THE FINALE
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(I believe you know the international sign language to ask for the bill)
(If you don’t, let me know, I’ll send you an animation of it. So that you can save it into your mobile, pda, laptop and show it to the STAFF where ever you go and it works)
ME: *again, spots a STAFF from a distance, displays the MARTIAL ARTS style of asking for bill*
STAFF: *nods with acknowledgement*
The rest, you should know, sign and pay end of the month, yeah?
(Collect the receipt, lift up your chest, push away the chair with elegance, walk as if you are floating, upon passing the front counter, sway your hair and turn back your head to give them a finale greeting: “Terima Kasih”…)
What can I say?
I already did… And a lot!!!