Two Japanese couples were already in animated conversation in their native tongue as we were escorted to share a table with them at Benihana’s today. They ignored us as we settled in and made our choices from the menu. Pretty quick, the server brought our salads and offered all of us forks—which we all declined. That the Asians declined was no surprise, but that we Caucasians chose to eat with chopsticks brought looks of surprise and big smiles to the others.
“You do that better than my daughter!” noticed one, as she admired our dexterity. Mauri quickly explained it was because we’d been to several Asian countries and when offered food were given no other option. Figure it out or go hungry.
We didn’t go hungry back then and we didn’t go hungry today!