When the pasta arrived, I was shocked at the size. I didn't think I would be able to finish, but it was so delicious! Besides, there are no take-out boxes in Japan, and I didn't want to waste!
To top it all off, the waitress brought the coffee I ordered at the end of the meal, and it was topped with whipped cream and sprinkles. Mmm
By the time we walked to the cashier to pay, I was so stuffed I couldn't stand to look at any more food! But then... I saw the apple pie.
Real, delicious, flaky-crusted, homemade apple pie.
So, I ordered one to go.
That's when it happened.
I picked up my apple pie, handed over my money, and took the change.
The cashier leaned across the counter to pat my belly, smiled, and said "bebe?"
I smiled back at her, turned, walked out the door, and collapsed into laughter and a few hidden tears.
No.. that's just my food baby, I thought.
The lack of doggie bags in this country will be the death fat of me! Or at least that is my excuse.
