Send a Martini to Table Eight – Part 06

“Let’s order again, come on!” Tomonori, unable to contain her excitement, leaned in and mashed the intercom button.

“I’ll have yellowtail engawa, fin meat,” said Saras.

“I thought engawa meant flounder,” Mihara asked.

“Engawa refers to a part of the fish, not the species itself,” Saras replied.

“Oooh,” Tomonori breathed in awe.

“Will that be all for your order?” came the voice through the intercom.

I jumped in. “One tekka maki, please.”

I went for a normal option. I didn’t want to fill up on wasabi eggplant.

“Curry! I want curry!” Tomonori shouted next, clearly figuring that if paella existed, curry must too.

And sure enough, a curry battleship and a weird-looking engawa came floating by. Along with more wasabi eggplant.

The kitchen must be pissed.

“An Indian elephant for table eight!” Haruna’s voice rang across the restaurant. Maybe she was trying to cheer me up. Still, an