How do you say "postscript" in Japanese?

Last night TK and I had dinner at Nanbankan, the same restaurant I'd gone to the other night with other friends and failed to speak Japanese. (I suggested we go back because TK had never been there. As usual, I did not consider the implications of my bright idea (they just pop into my head...))

We were greeted at the door by the same waitress I had the other night, who took one look at me and did a classic double-take. Then she presented us with menus and said, only to me, "Would you like to order in Japanese?"

I'm going to digress for a moment. People think it's lonely and isolating living in a big city like LA. But in fact, big cities are made up of lots of small territories. It's not at all difficult to have the staff at your favorite cafe pour your coffee when they see you walk in. You just have to show up in the same place consistently until people remember you. Or, in my case, you have to make one really memorable appearance, then return within the next two days.

While TK tried not to die laughing, I proceeded to order in Japanese. "Um... hitotsu hotategai... hitotsu buta gobo... futatsu uzura... hitotsu ayu..."

(One scallop, one pork rolled round burdock, two quail eggs, one "sweetfish.")

"The ayu," said the waitress. "Would you like it with _guts_?"

"Um... hai. And... um... I don't know how to say this is Japanese... Garlic?"

"You say 'garlic.'"

"Oh. And 'sausage?'"

"Also say 'sausage.'"

"Ah. Hitotsu sausage, futatsu garlic, futatsu shake onigiri."

"Yaki onigiri?"

"Hai." Deep breath. "Futatsu shake yaki onigiri!"

"Hai!"

During the course of the evening, I probably talked more to that waitress, not to mention the chefs, in Japanese than I normally do in English. Despite drinking a fair amount. Ha! But since the sake we drank was hot, it came in cups rather than boxes, and was not cooled in a socially hazardous metal bucket.

How do you say "postscript" in Japanese?

Last night TK and I had dinner at Nanbankan, the same restaurant I'd gone to the other night with other friends and failed to speak Japanese. (I suggested we go back because TK had never been there. As usual, I did not consider the implications of my bright idea (they just pop into my head...))

We were greeted at the door by the same waitress I had the other night, who took one look at me and did a classic double-take. Then she presented us with menus and said, only to me, "Would you like to order in Japanese?"

I'm going to digress for a moment. People think it's lonely and isolating living in a big city like LA. But in fact, big cities are made up of lots of small territories. It's not at all difficult to have the staff at your favorite cafe pour your coffee when they see you walk in. You just have to show up in the same place consistently until people remember you. Or, in my case, you have to make one really memorable appearance, then return within the next two days.

While TK tried not to die laughing, I proceeded to order in Japanese. "Um... hitotsu hotategai... hitotsu buta gobo... futatsu uzura... hitotsu ayu..."

(One scallop, one pork rolled round burdock, two quail eggs, one "sweetfish.")

"The ayu," said the waitress. "Would you like it with _guts_?"

"Um... hai. And... um... I don't know how to say this is Japanese... Garlic?"

"You say 'garlic.'"

"Oh. And 'sausage?'"

"Also say 'sausage.'"

"Ah. Hitotsu sausage, futatsu garlic, futatsu shake onigiri."

"Yaki onigiri?"

"Hai." Deep breath. "Futatsu shake yaki onigiri!"

"Hai!"

During the course of the evening, I probably talked more to that waitress, not to mention the chefs, in Japanese than I normally do in English. Despite drinking a fair amount. Ha! But since the sake we drank was hot, it came in cups rather than boxes, and was not cooled in a socially hazardous metal bucket.