Red, white & deep-fried

TEIJIAI.FURAIDEZU.JI TOKYO JP

I was checking my bank account tonight and I saw this next to a charge that I just couldn’t figure out. I don’t use my check card too much in Tokyo, as acceptance of Visa is not as widespread as in the U.S. and most of the time when I go out I’m with other people — we split the bill with cash. I stared and stared and thought and thought but could not remember going to any business by this name. I was afraid maybe I had been a victim of some bizarre scam.

Just before I began to worry, however, Japanese logic set in. The name did not look familiar at all, but when I said the words in my head it rang some bell. Go on, sound out the first two words right now.

This is how many places here deal with gaijin words … they pronounce them the Japanese way, and often will write them how the Japanese pronunciation would look. When you go to T.G.I. Friday’s the sign looks like any sign of theirs you’d see in the U.S. (with some kanji on it), but the company name for billing shows up as seen above. I’ve gotten by in a few non-English-speaking restaurants by speaking English with a Japanese accent. It sounds silly, but it works. You can order a “hamburger” and you’ll get a blank stare. Order a “hahmbuhhhg,” however, and you’re eating within minutes. I’m still a stupid American who speaks only one language, but I’m multi-accentual.

This brings up a couple other thoughts:

1. I would never fucking touch T.G.I. Friday’s in the States. Sorry, but they fall into that “not unless I’m desperate and starving” category. First, the place is obnoxious. Second, the food is as far from natural as you can get — it’s the McDonald’s of sit-down. But Friday’s has become an integral part of the socialization of the group of ex-pats I know here, American and not. First, the place is easy to find in Shibuya, which seems kinda easy for everyone to get to. Second, happy hour is half-price drinks (if you sit at the bar), which means you can drink for about what you pay normally in the U.S. I loves me some Lights of Havana!

2. The place is usually packed with a line … mostly Japanese people. I wonder if they go to Friday’s and think they are getting the true American experience. Wouldn’t that be scary? I mean, most Americans think they are experiencing Japan when they eat at a Benihana. Maybe nachos, fried potato skins and flair are our legacy. I guess it’s a better legacy than invading other countries, torturing the locals and lying about it, but it’s still embarrassing.

Are you wearing your flair today?