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“Komban wa,” I told the sushi chef, bowing politely and doing the best I could to get out the Japanese words for “good evening” with at least marginal fluency.
He gave me a friendly but very puzzled look.
“I guess I just can’t speak Japanese,” I said, switching back to English.
“No,” he said. “I can’t speak Japanese. I’m from Korea.”
Whatever. He was a heck of a nice guy, and over the course of our first dinner at Caviar, the sleek new Japanese spot next door to the Seelbach on Muhammad Ali, he would fashion us more than $50 worth of sushi, all of it creditable and much of it splendid.
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