I don't know why we have this argument countless times every day.
T: Stop making me eat! P: But you know you want to... yes you do. T: My sister said my cheeks look swollen! P: It's okay, I'm getting chubby too. T: Oh, so we both sit around and grow fat together? P: No, we work out. T: And the whole point is to eat ourselves stupid and then try to work it out?
All these coming from a guy who just watched Fast Food Nation and announced that he would never eat again.
But then the food arrives and I am lured to take a bite, and another, and another, and before I know it I've polished another meal with him.
We were on our way to Ikebukuro to run errands today and walked past the Indian restaurant we had supper at last night, and P being P convinced me to have a second lunch consisting of two curries, kebab, tandoori chicken, naan and lassi. And you know you're having Indian in Japan when it comes with a salad on the side.
As always we decide after the meal that we would skip dinner to save money and lose weight.
But on our way back it was cold and windy and we discovered a restaurant that seduced us with its steamy soup front and a dazzling variety of udon at affordable prices.