My father speaks very well English, but he knows little Japanese. He went to Tokyo in November 11 for a meeting. The meeting over a week later. The next morning he went to a park and then do some shopping. At noon, he was very much hungry. He went to the nearest restaurant and sat down at a table. A man came up to him and asked that he needed. He said he liked noodles, chicken or some fishes. He spoke to the man in English and the man couldn't understand him. My father had to write some Chinese words for the food and got them.