Meaningless Rants

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It was close to noon, and there I was in Sudirman after I checked on a new spa… no, it’s not what you think. It’s a new yet-to-open spa called Anahata at Plaza FX, and the owner wanted me to come to give my "professional" opinion (ha-ha) for the purchase of my furnitures to use there. Of course, being such a hard-working man that I am (ha-ha!), I am obliged to go wherever the money is.

OK that was not my point. Anyway, I thought of grabbing lunch. And what would be a quick, cheap, and nice lunch if not a bowl of gyu-don from Yoshitori at Plaza Senayan? Besides, it’s been a while since I supported that lone outlet, screaming for attention between McDonalds and D’Crepes. I marched on to the escalator to the food court, and as the third floor came to view, I turned my head right to see that space between McDonalds and D’Crepes and I got to see it clearly.

A big cream board covering the whole premise.

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It means, no more beef bowl in Jakarta, unless you dare to call Goiza’s nasty beef with sweet soysauce a "beef bowl."

Yoshitori, I will miss you terribly. I am truly sorry I have not supported you more earnestly before. I know that lately, we’ve been visiting Senayan City more than Plaza Senayan, but that shouldn’t be reason enough to not occassionally go there for the heck of it and grab a gyu-don. I should have asked for some willing investors to open up a franchise or two. I shouldn’t have forgotten your plight and spread the words to more people. I never even used the delivery system to order your food. Ach….