So I noticed there was a vegetarian restaurant right by the train station. It looked good, but I went and checked out a couple of other places before going in. When I did finally enter, the guy greeted me with, “I saw you hanging around out there and wondered when you were coming in.”
Me: Dude. You lived in the United States, didn’t you?
He had indeed. As well as a couple of other places. For some unknown reason, he switched to another language, which I can speak conversationally. We traded our histories. His was more interesting than mine.
He tested out my Mandarin, too, but apparently found it lacking. So he switched back.
I ordered this dish. It’s a vegan wonton soup. He asked me if I was vegan or vegetarian before taking my order. Good thing he knew those words in English. Because I sure as heck don’t know them in any other language.
It was good and I was hungry. And when I got ready to leave, he rounded down my tab so it cost me a little less than $3 U.S.