We Germans like the chopstick a lot, not only the silver cutlery. But I must admit, it is sometimes a little bit tiresome for me to use them.
Anyway I was in this tiny little izakaya restaurant and I had had some nice little Sapporo beers and some tasty little izakaya food when the ugly little devil on my left shoulder began to whisper in my ear … … is it not inconvenient to use chopsticks when there is such a thing like a fork already invented. Especially after the first beer and its three brothers had started to, ahem, do what they ought to do, namely making me feel nice and relaxed. Plus I would not get any compliments for my dexterity with the chopsticks now (here the beer did what it did not ought to do).
So I ordered a fork and within the blink of an eye eating became waaay more relaxed. (As a matter of fact, drinking also, but that is another story).
But then I looked at the next table there was a party of five people with a little girl who was about two and a half years old. And boy she did not miss a beat with her chopsticks. Hazukashiiii – being beaten by a little girl. I swore to myself I would never ever use a fork in Japan again.
But on the other hand … that girl was some years away from legal age for drinking yet. So before she can realise my problems in handling chopsticks in a tipsy state I can really really practise hard. Gambarimasho !!
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