November 11, 2008: I ate out with my brother and my mother at a Japanese restaurant owned by Koreans.
Today, about a decade later, you have to reserve a booth or table in order to get good service, which consisted today of a South Korean waitress named Nalae (Naray), whose name means "flight" as in "fly", "flight of the heart" and "that which makes the mind soar and the heart fly".
So I had chicken udon with big soba noodles, some chopped onion, mushroom and chicken kidney or maybe liver. It wasn't spicy enough so I added a lot of Japanese paprika condiment.
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