【Short story】omelet rice
英語でまたショートストーリーを書いてみました。次回からまた日本語に戻ります。今後も気まぐれに英語で書くことがあるかもしれないです。未定ですけど。
Omelet rice is not my favorite thing. But Ketchup House's one is special.
The restaurant was located in Gaienmae and had a lot of fans.
I visited there for the first time ten years ago. I needed to go to the Watarium Museum to write a report on contemporary art for college.
I found a restaurant that caught my attention while passing by. It looks like a big tree that has become a house. I saw the orange light inside of it. What a warm atmosphere!
After buying a book at the museum, I ventured into there.
“Hello! Welcome. ”
A woman in her 50s greeted me. She is very sophisticated and was clearly dressed in expensive clothes and wore a simple apron over them.
Her relaxed smile was beautiful, and I felt that many customers would surely come to see her.
Looking at the menu she handed me, the first page was a large picture of omelet rice.
"This is the first dish you should order when you come to our restaurant. "
It was written in big letters.
Of course I ordered it. In the kitchen, I saw her husband cooking. He was frying ketchup rice in a wok instead of a frying pan.
The taste was the ultimate omelet rice taste that many human beings wanted. Fluffy omelet, ketchup rice with not too much ketchup, finely cut chicken, mushrooms and onions.
I never knew omelette rice could be so delicious.
From that day on, I went to Ketchup House once a month. Mostly alone, sometimes with friends.
Besides the omelet rice, the fried chicken and gratin were also great. Everything is delicious. I was proud to know this place.
I visited there on a Sunday last month.
There was a piece of paper stuck to the door that had been torn from the strong July sun.
"This restaurant closed on July 10th. Thank you for your patronage for 23 years."
I couldn't move. "Why?" "She didn't say anything."
I was hurt because I thought she and I were getting along a little better.
I walked slowly to Gaiemmae Station. By chance I found her in front of the ticket gate.
"Excuse me!"
She looked at me with a surprised face. For a moment she looked troubled, the next she smiled.
"I'm sorry for the sudden closure. My husband was hospitalized with a heart condition."
"Uh, is he okay?"
"I’m not sure. I’m going to visit him now. I'm sure we'll meet again. I want to talk to you in detail."
"Yes, definitely. You know my contact information, right?"
"Yes, the email address you gave me before is fine?"
She seemed to be in a hurry, so she just left.
Her restaurant is gone, but if I can talk to her as her friend, it helps me a little.
A week later, a headline on a news site read:
"Popular restaurant owner chef arrested involving investment fraud in regular customers"
I had a bad feeling. Her husband was arrested.
He must have been rich to run such a popular restaurant, why?
There were many regular customers who were celebrities and CEOs at that restaurant. Did he deceive such innocent people?
I want to hear what happened. Even though he was arrested, I felt they were still my friends.
I like them. They are my friends, even if we never meet again.
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