I sat down next to her as she stayed late to finish something on the computer. It was now 3:30, I had just finished my shift, hers was done at 3.
We'd both spent the day feeling slightly under the weather. In our respective departments, we coped as best as we could, complete with the usual smiles, jokes and of course, the desire to be overly helpful. At the end of the day, I was exhausted and hungry. The ride home was an offer I considered refusing, sure it was hot, but the walk would do me good. The chance to have Sushi with a friend was an offer I couldn't refuse.
After much debate, we decided Ko-Doraku in the bottom of Spring Garden Place. Finding parking was not as big of a challenge as we expected. Happily we head towards a favourite lunch spot. The lunch hour long gone and the dinner hour fast approaching. Anxiously we arrive in front of the restaurant, in unison, as if on key, there is a huge gasp from both of us. And then the devastaed proclamation of "Closed". The kitchen staff looks on nochalantly, waves and offers no consolation to two very hungry people.
This is really just a pebble in our shoe, the actual sit down Ko-Doraku is just up the street. We leave the car where it us, and anxiously trek up the road. Closed. Next stop: Sushi Sige, neither one of us has tried it, but have been curious to try it. Closed.
By this point, the hunger and heat exhaustion as well as repeated dissapointment is starting to get to us. Three restaurants later, we're frustrated.
It's now getting close to 4:30. The post work, post feeling miserable was leading to present tense hunger and need to re-energize. Apparently the planets were conspiring against us.
There was one last effort. Anxiously, we venture towards Barrington St. We stumble in to Momoya. The daily specials are too tempting to refuse. We sit down, and begin the meal with Green Tea for Two.
We'd both spent the day feeling slightly under the weather. In our respective departments, we coped as best as we could, complete with the usual smiles, jokes and of course, the desire to be overly helpful. At the end of the day, I was exhausted and hungry. The ride home was an offer I considered refusing, sure it was hot, but the walk would do me good. The chance to have Sushi with a friend was an offer I couldn't refuse.
After much debate, we decided Ko-Doraku in the bottom of Spring Garden Place. Finding parking was not as big of a challenge as we expected. Happily we head towards a favourite lunch spot. The lunch hour long gone and the dinner hour fast approaching. Anxiously we arrive in front of the restaurant, in unison, as if on key, there is a huge gasp from both of us. And then the devastaed proclamation of "Closed". The kitchen staff looks on nochalantly, waves and offers no consolation to two very hungry people.
This is really just a pebble in our shoe, the actual sit down Ko-Doraku is just up the street. We leave the car where it us, and anxiously trek up the road. Closed. Next stop: Sushi Sige, neither one of us has tried it, but have been curious to try it. Closed.
By this point, the hunger and heat exhaustion as well as repeated dissapointment is starting to get to us. Three restaurants later, we're frustrated.
It's now getting close to 4:30. The post work, post feeling miserable was leading to present tense hunger and need to re-energize. Apparently the planets were conspiring against us.
There was one last effort. Anxiously, we venture towards Barrington St. We stumble in to Momoya. The daily specials are too tempting to refuse. We sit down, and begin the meal with Green Tea for Two.
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