一天早上,一位厨师打扮的印度人在我的东京住所附近发宣传单。我友好地接了过来,他用黑黑的手握住了我的手,热情地说:“今天,我的印度咖喱店开业,欢迎您来捧场。”当天晚上,我便按照宣传单上的指引找到了这家咖喱店。店里只有两张四人桌,和一个能供三人并排而坐的吧台。店里没有客人,只有那位早上在街边发传单的印度人悠闲地站在吧台后面。我吃一份咖喱饭,喝了几口淡得像水一样的印度啤酒。“酒足饭饱”之后,我发现店里依然只有我这一位客人。我问:“是不是快打烊了?”第一天开业中午只有两位客人晚上只有 One morning, a chef-dressed Indian issued a leaflet near my Tokyo residence. I took it up friendlyly and he held my hand in black hands and said warmly: “Today, my Indian curry shop is open and you are welcome to join.” “That night, I followed the leaflets The guide found this curry shop. There are only two four-person tables in the shop, and a bar that seats three people side by side. There were no guests in the shop, only the Indians, who leaflets on the street in the morning, leisurely stood behind the bar. I ate curry rice, drank a few mouthfuls of watery Indian beer. ”After savoring“, I found the shop still only my guest. I asked: ”Is not fast hit? " The first day noon opening only two guests at night only