Dog gone it
I probably have enough stories from covering three Olympics to cover a couple of chapters in my memoirs.
One that will forever stick in my mind was the night in 1988 that Bill Benner, then with the Indianapolis Star, and a few other guys went to dinner. It was my first time to visit the hustling, bustling district of Itaewon, and my first time to eat in a local restaurant. I think this was about my second night, and long before I discovered the Nashville Club that served real American hamburgers.
I had no idea what to order so Bill, who had arrived in Seoul, Korea a week earlier said he’d be glad to order.
He knew I had a fondness for Mexican food but he suggested the lettuce wraps.
That was five years before P.F. Chang’s opened the doors on its first restaurant, but Bill described it as sort of a taco but with lettuce instead of a tortilla.
So they brought the freshly grilled meat, lettuce, spices and some veggies.
It was just okay, a little on the stringy side and slightly tart, but anyone who has traveled outside the USA knows things just taste different.
After we finished the lady brought our check, looked down and said: “Good dog?”
I immediately looked under the table to check out her pet and I was about half bent over when I heard Bill’s laughter and his explanation to the other guys I had eaten dog.
I could have won the 100 meters that night as I sprinted to the rest room.
Bill and I have remained friends all these years, he’s an assistant commissioner with the Horizon League now, but I’ve never gone out to eat with him again.You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.