Chapter 165: [American Dining Etiquette]
Chapter 165: [American Dining Etiquette]
Chapter 165: [American Dining Etiquette]<
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I was at a restaurant with Angu Ogu, who was guiding me.
In front of us, the food was placed with a bang.
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Well, it was getting close to evening.
As sweet as the donuts were almost giving me a heart attack.
They weren't enough.
I was hungry too.
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On the plate was a classic American-style burger with French fries. However, the burger was unusually large.
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I took a big bite of the massive burger.
However, it didn't fit in my mouth.
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I said, >>I see,>> and imitated Angu Ogu, taking a big bite.
Honestly…
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Between the buns were a patty, of onion slices, crispy bacon, cheese, and sauce.
Among them, the juiciness of the patty was on a different level than what I was used to in Japan.
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It was probably just a formality.
I brushed off Angu Ogu's compliment.
She continued eating happily with a big smile on her face.
Maybe she had also been longing for the taste of her homeland.
Without a doubt, she was enjoying this meal more than I was.
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As I said this, I washed down the oil in my mouth with a carbonated drink. Even I could tell this was the best moment.
But seriously, this paper cup… isn't it bigger than the burger!?
It doesn't seem to be getting any emptier.
Could it have a liter in it or something?
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Angu Ogu pointed to a corner that looked like a drink bar, and I retorted. It was nice that it was all you can drink by default, but…
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If it's all-you-can-drink, it shouldn't make a big difference, but it's probably a cultural difference.
With those thoughts in mind, I glanced around the restaurant.
That's when my eyes met with the middle-aged lady who had seated us. She was approaching us.
Huh? What's going on?
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The cheerful lady struck up a conversation and continued chatting for a while before leaving.
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I wondered if this difference in approach was due to cultural tendencies or perhaps influenced by the tipping culture.
In any case, it is not uncommon.
The secret service people at the table next to us also continue to eat normally.
Or maybe they are just good at not showing caution.
By the way, it was thanks to them that I was able to come to this restaurant.
I feel bad that I used them as my assistants.
In this place just a little bit far from downtown, a car is necessary to go anywhere.
Since Angu Ogu didn't have a driver's license. Without them, we would have been in trouble.
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I replied with a wry smile.
The burger itself was large, and there were plenty of French fries.
I was getting quite full.
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Well, indeed, my current body doesn't eat as much as an adult man from my previous life.
I sighed and reached out to grab the sauce placed on the side of the table.
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Angu Ogu pointed out with a sharp voice.
What I did was considered bad manners. What on earth did I do wrong?
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