Lotteria: Part 1

Harris has been a fine friend to us over the first couple of days and has ensured that we have everything we need. He had taken us out for food and introduced us to soju within hours of touch-down. The conversations are nothing if not comical due to their painfulness, but we are getting along.

Tonight Harris has taken us out for some grub and it is a pleasant getaway from our hotel room which is kind of getting to me in a way only a sleazy hotel can. We eat an excellent meal and I feel absolutely stuffed. I am ready to go watch some soft-core porn and hit the sack. Harris, however, seems to have other ideas although we can't quite get that communication through. During dinner he asked simply, "do you like hamburger?" To which I replied, "I guess so... ok! (the universal agreement to which I will continue to resort: it allows summons a smile)" And from this moment on he has a mission.

Since we can't get out of him where we are going we resort to apprehensively following him through the streets. We arrive and a shameless knockoff of McDonald's called Lotteria and he ushers us inside. I protest again that I am really not hungry, but Harris insists, "breakfast!" he exclaims. Seeing no way out of this, I order a chicken burger meal and Carrie follows suit.

This kind of miscommunication, I should think, will manifest itself again and again. The next morning I try one bite, but it is absolutely horrible. I think I will never Lotteria again.