You and I should swap stories sometime. I tell my kids that when I lived there thirty years ago, also as a broke student, that I would load up on pickled ginger

You and I should swap stories sometime. I tell my kids that when I lived there thirty years ago, also as a broke student, that I would load up on pickled ginger when I went out to sushi with friends because it was free (along with the warm towel and the bill.)