lunes, 18 de junio de 2018

New life: San Francisco 1

With more than one hour delay -a part of the aircraft had to be fixed in L.A.- we finally landed in San Francisco and I run directly to the arms of my dearest childhood friend:

- Welcome to San Francisco!
- Thank you! You look thinner! Dora had nothing better to think about than his physical condition.
- Yes, I have been training so hard for our tennis match.
- “You see, I knew it... Don’t worry, he is just trying to put pressure on you”. 
- But THE match is tomorrow, now let us have dinner in a very nice Japanish restaurant.

On the way to the restaurant, we can’t stop talking about Nadal and Federer. My friend is a kind of #vamosrafa guy and I am more into Federer: two kids defending vehemently their respective idols. When we arrive at the restaurant we forget about tennis and focus our entire energy on the sushi bar: a true feast for the senses.

- Wow! 

We start ordering with anxiety, sometimes not even knowing what we were asking for: Salmon, Otoro, Chutoro, Ebi, Ikura, Aji, Aka Yagara...

A crazy and very experienced looking Japanese chef -originally from the moon- answers hai to everything we say, while I am sure he is thinking: money, money, money...

After a while eating, drinking and talking, we suffered a full-of-tears laughing attack during a hilarious moment, in which there was really no way to understand anything. Suddenly, everyone in the restaurant seemed to be shouting -mix of American and Japanish unintelligible words in the air- and our crazy and very experienced looking Japanese chef was like the orquestra director having the situation totally out of control. There we were the three of us trying to figure out what we were eating. 

- This is Aka Yagara -accent on the ya and many exclamations at the end-, a very expensive fish with an ugly dragon head. There he was, the out-of-control orquestra director with a fish in his hands.
- We were astonished. At least he had just clarified one of the many questions in the air. The Aka Yagara, alias cornet fish, was really delicious and that piece together with the Otoro -best self-melting part of the tuna- left our respective taste buds singing and dancing. 

At the end, after so much chaotic laughing, I had the maybe-wrong impression that the chef was a little bit tired of us. I guess it must be exhausting to have every day all kind of people in front of you, with higher or lower level of euphoria, asking the same stereotyped questions about Japan and pretending that they are the best sushi experts of the world.

He gave the bill to a very sweet Japanish waiter and I am sure he said to her in perfect japanish: charge double. But maybe it was only my imagination. The Omega-3 level of Chispa & Dora goes up and down, and when they are tired, as they are right now because of the overdose of jetlag, their perfomance can be seriously affected. I definitely need to renegotiate with Morpheus the contract conditions.

Anyway, very happy to be in San Francisco.

To be continued.

Aka Yagara
Otoro




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