Miraculous Hospitality
I spent the whole day in my hotel room. I realized that I have no interest in going outside even when I am in a foreign country. Anyway, after July began, the Bitcoin price started going up, so my mood also started getting better. In the evening, I revisited a bar called 2℃ Beer. I sat at a table outside. While I was drinking an IPA beer, a male staff member gave me a slice of pineapple for free. What a fantastic surprise. After that, another female staff member started her shift. She gave me a small portion of fried rice for free. I could not believe that such kind people exist in the world because I am not a regular customer but just a tourist. I wrote a message of appreciation and translated it with ChatGPT. I got some gyoza and packed simmered quail eggs. Then I ate them in my hotel room. It was not such a bad day. Phew!
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- Miracurous Hospitality I spent my time at the hotel room for a whole day. I confirmed that I have not interest outside even though forign country. Anyway, after beginning July, Bitcoin price was going up so my feeling is also getting better. In the evening, I revisited the bar called 2℃ Beer. I sat down on the seat at outside. When I drunk IPA beer, a male staff gave me a slice of pineapple for free. What a fantastic offer. After that, another female staff started work. She gave me a small portion of fried rice for free. I could not believe such a kind person exist in the world because I am not a regular cusomer but just a tourist. I wrote message of my appriciation and translated it with ChatGPT. I got gyoza dumpling and packed simmered quail eggs. Then I had it at the hotel room. It was not so bad day. Phew!
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
