To be clear: We weren't hesitating because of second thoughts or anything. Boz knows he can't take me within half a mile of sweets or dessert-like foods and then change his mind, so we were definitely always going in. We were just coming to terms with what the meal might do to our digestive systems.
We eventually entered, found a rickety little table in the back, and perused the menu. No french toast. Boz looked at me and sighed, "I don't know if they have it, babe." I began to move my gaze in his general direction but he realized the error of his ways before I had to speak and immediately pulled up a picture of french toast on his phone. When the server came for our order, B showed him the picture and was rewarded with a nod of confirmation. (In related news, we are still happily married.) Ten minutes later, the heavens parted, and the best meal of my life came down and rested in front of me.
Our original order included 2 pieces of french toast (one for me, one for Boz) and a big bowl of noodley type things (for Boz). I slooooowly ate my french toast...savoring every bite. Boz ate at a normal speed and then moved on to his noodles. Faced with the seemingly insurmountable challenge of sitting inside a restaurant capable of delivering the best meal on earth with a husband enjoying a huge bowl of noodles, I did what any sane (or entirely disinterested in cholesterol) woman would do and ordered another piece of french toast.
The toast is 2 layers of thin bread...with a layer of creamy peanut butter in the middle...battered and deep fried until it's crispy on the outside but still light and fluffy on the inside. It is topped with a huge pat of butter and served with a special, super-thick syrup only available in China.
I feel like my life is downhill from here on out.
FYI...This is not the special adventure to which I was referring in Hong Kong Part 1...but as I spent several hours after the french toast spectacle in a sugar coma, I feel this is an appropriate place to pause. I'll cover the special outing in Hong Kong Part 3
ps. If y'all are wondering why RV has been quiet (and why I'm breaking one vacation into 3 semi-brief posts), it's because I am otherwise engaged at the moment. I joined an acting group. I thought it was an English-speaking group as the advertisement claimed "English-speaking acting!" but, amazingly, I was mistaken. It is a group of Japanese actors (+ me) and we will be putting on a play for the 25th anniversary of the local civic center. The play itself is in Japanese...with several English lines sprinkled throughout. There are about 20 women in the group and the only person who speaks any English is the director. We have rehearsals every Monday and I have a bunch of (Japanese) lines to learn. The play is about a group of animals that visit an onsen and I play a talking sea urchin.
I can now say a lot of things in Japanese...all related to life under the sea. I will also be dancing and singing (again, in Japanese) in one scene. The formal performance for the community will be on October 25th. It probably goes without saying...but Boz is having an absolute field day with this.