Wagamamas

My relationship with Wagamamas is long and full of love.

We were introduced 2 years ago in London, next to London Tower, by my best friend who has a passion for the chocolate wasabi cake. At that time of my life, however, all I could afford was a piece of the cake split between two. The pound is not very friendly to the US dollar, and I was a starving student.

We were reunited in Melbourne, when in the first week of living here I was staying in a hotel on Exhibition and needed a safe bet on a good place to take my visiting parents. That night, Wagamamas just happened, ironically, to be bombarded by an American tourist group of 20 all wanting to split the bill and pay with 20 different cards. Shameful.

The story of that night ends well, however, and after I stood in the queue for 30 minutes waiting to pay, the waiter felt so bad for me he gave me 7 free meal vouchers.

Seven visits later and I was still eating for free when I happened to be using my last voucher. The waiter on the cash register was the same one who gave me the vouchers, we reminisced on the crazy night, slagged off the Americans, and then he gave me 4 more free meal vouchers for the heck of it.

I used the last one a week ago, and I’m pretty certain I’ll still be going back even when I have to pay full price. I’m addicted to the Katsu Curry and luckily a little more well-off now than I was in London.