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Pizza Hut

Karen and I had a hearty discussion about pizza this morning.

I don't remember why we started the conversation, but it happened. And so did the cravings. So we decided to go to Pizza Hut for "supper" as Karen says.

Really though, when Karen and I go out for meals, it really isn't that difficult to order food. We get by with our meager Korean and being able to point at pictures. So we're ok. Even when we didn't know how to eat the food that we ordered, really - we were ok.

So after work we went to Pizza Hut to get some Pizza. Easy, right? All you have to do is say "picha." Yeah, well it didn't work out like that at all!

We sat down and decided to get Barbeque (what the crap! I have to think to spell Barbeque. Even still I think I spelled it wrong! I need to read more.) Chicken "Picha." So, again, with meager Korean we ordered. Then came the questions: do you want pan or Chicago style? What kind of vegetables? Yeah, at least I think that's what our waitress was asking. So I just point. So the hard part was over - so you might think!

Well, Karen noticed that they were having a special! So we decided to go for it - shoot, half off on appetizers, who wouldn't go for it!

We order. Another waitress, more questions, and from there on just confusion. No appetizer, salad bar we didn't order, and a free "Saida" (Sprite).

I don't understand.