Idaho Escapee: Why I Don’t Dine @ Japanese Eateries

Another tale from my sordid past: I lived in Spokane in the later ‘70s, and I washed dishes for the Sukiyaki Inn on Bernard St. One of my duties as a dish-pig was…well, every order went out with a little monkey dish full of fruit cocktail. As I was washing dishes, if it “looked” like the customer hadn’t partaken of his fruit cocktail dish, I was expected to put it back on the shelf, to be served again with another meal. Also, I remember having to fill the soy sauce containers. You know how, when you siphon gas, you suck it thru a hose to get the gas flow going? That’s what we did with soy sauce. I’d suck on that plastic tube until the soy sauce was pouring out. Nothing is quite as much fun as a mouth full of soy sauce. Oh, and I haven’t eaten in any Japanese restaurants since that time, either.

Idaho Escapee