Mondai no Aru Restaurant (問題のあるレストラン)

Excuse me. Can we have some more naan?

You said you haven't talked to your wife in 3 years, right?

Keep it down. This place is near our restaurant.

Say, have you ever had Neapolitan?

I bet they don't have something that good in Italy, huh?

Oh, you don't understand Japanese.

Have you ever had Neapolitan?

Why are you at an adventure playground

- with your wife and daughter? - Give that back.

They're people I don't know. I went there with a client.

Adventure playground with a client?

This client doesn't like to golf.

There's no tomato in Neapolitan.

It's ketchup.

- Then what about this video? - Leave the video alone.

Go, Dad!

Do I look cool? Leave it alone, I said.

I'm going to tell the President.

There was one in the past too.

Someone who messed around with one of the secretaries and got demoted.

Don't be ridiculous.

Have you ever had tarako (cod roe) spaghetti?

Liar.

Calm down now. Eat some curry and calm down.

- Here's your naan. - Just let go.

I asked for more naan here.

That's...hot.

Here's your naan.

With a naan. Naan, mind you. Like this. And this.

I can't come to the phone right now... - So I'm telling you,

I'm hungry. Fix me something to eat since you have nothing to do.

I wonder where Mofuku-chan went.

- Can I cook mochi here? - Hey.

You can't do that. Why do you have mochi here?

- Can I cook it in the kitchen? - You go get cooked.

Come on, people. Don't take out the unpopularity of the restaurant on me.

It's not unpopularity. It's because it's colder than usual today.

Really~? Come here for a minute.

Come over here. Line up.

Look. That's reality. Take a look at reality.

Karasumori-san. Hey!

I saw Mofuku-chan a little while ago.

What? Where at?

- At Roppongi Hills. - Roppongi Hills?

Yeah. Mofuku-chan was looking like a good internet.

These are ready to go.

- Why? (nan de)? - Naan?

Why are so many people lined up today?

Oh, that nan. The improved version of the Chef's pot-au-feu was introduced on TV.

Keep up the good work. We've got to keep on expanding.

- Hey, Monji-kun. - How (nan de) did hurt yourself?

- I hurt hurt by a naan (nan de) - Huh?

Has my daughter been here since that time?

A hideaway restaurant can't be actually hidden away.

If you have something good to offer, you've got to let people know about it.

What do we need to do?

- What do you think you should do? - That's what I'm asking you.

That's like handing over the microphone to the audience at the climax of the song.

- Give us a specific plan. - Well, I'd say

Dentsu? Or Hakuhodo.

The wonderful people there will teach you all kinds of things.

Let's think of something on our own.

Oh, how about charging one coin for lunch?

- 500 yen. - Impossible.

If we do that, we'll have to reduce the cost of dinner too.

What about something like a lunch box?

Pack it like a bento and sell them on the street. Stick a flier in there

and let the customers know about our food and restaurant.

Let's try it.

Order's in. Spareribs lunch special.

Orange green curry lunch special. And one order of pot-au-feu.

Got it. Please get the salad ready.

- The sun is in my eyes. - Is it too bright?

Yeah, I feel like I'm getting burned. That's not helping at all.

- How's this? - Here's your order.

Uh... She's Tanaka.

The one who caused the ruckus and was taken to the police.

You've got a nice restaurant here. I don't need that.

Things happened, but I don't hold any grudge against you anymore.

- Are you warm enough? - The stove helps.

Excuse me.

I don't remember an attractive employee like that.

How come?

Why don't you have any roasted seaweed here?

- What? - Oh, it's nothing.

Hey, Miss.

You, I'm talking to you, Miss. Come here for a minute.

Karasumori-san, you don't need to go.

I'm "You, I'm talking to you, Miss." What can I do for you?

It appears this guy here is interested in you.

Have a seat.

Have we met before?

- Oh, uh...no, we haven't. - Salad's coming up.

It's ready to go.

- Have we met before? - No. I told you we haven't.

- We haven't met, so go away. - Excuse me, but

can you pay me an hourly wage? If you want to order me around.

Karasumori-san. Here's your order.

- Uh... - It's Tanaka.

Tanaka-san, you have a seat too. I'd like to talk to you, like about my daughter.

Sit down, sit down. Miss, go get her a chair.

Have a drink with us.

Looks like a group date is about to start.

She's my precious daughter. I propose a toast.

- All right then. Cheers. - Cheers.

- Cheers. - Hold it there.

Why is your glass at the very top?

When you have a toast with someone in a higher position,

you hold your glass with both hands.

And make sure your glass is placed lower than that person's glass.

So if he brings it up here,

yours would be here.

If he brings it here? Here.

- If he brings it here? - Here.

That's right.

What? If 100 people are here, then what?

Does the lowest kid have to get to the first floor

on an elevator and then toast? And then what?

The person in the highest position gets on a ladder here and toast?

- You're a pain in the neck. - Why (nan de - with a naan)?

- Listen up. - Nan de?

Naan de?

What was the secretary doing (with naan)?

- What? - What?

- The secretary with naan... - It's nothing.

It's nothing...

Please help yourself.

How old are you?

- I'm 32. - That's a good age. Do you have a boyfriend?

Please.

I heard you were friends. With that woman

who took responsibility for food poisoning and bared her boobs.

- Her name's Fujimura Satsuki. - How's she doing?

I'll treat you sometime. Why don't you bring her with you?

- Oh, she quit, didn't she? - Yes, she did.

I guess a thing like that happened, and it ended up that way, but

she should find things like that interesting instead.

- Since our company's sports oriented. - That's right.

- That's our corporate culture, right? - Yes.

People bare their ass as soon as they start drinking. Going stark naked after a mistake

-happens all the time, right? - If you'd like,

- shall I strip down now? - Not now.

- That's too bad. - You need to have that, what they call playful spirit?

Women get mad right away with a serious look on their face.

She had...nice boobs too.

Please leave.

Does this restaurant tell its customers to leave?

I know.

There aren't too many times

a restaurant tells its customers to leave.

One of those times is when noxious insects creep in.

Tanaka, what do you think you're saying to the President?

Tanaka-san.

Why don't you be my mistress?

- Please leave. - I'll give you 3 million yen a month.

I've taken a liking to you.

The restaurant seems to be having trouble. I'll help you out.

Get out.

What?(Is it naan)

Chef, it's done.

It's ready to go.

Just a minute.

Paaka-chan. Why don't you take it yourself?

Tell him these are the dishes I made, and give him a smug look.

Please leave.

How about a 1-month trial period to start out with?

Ameki-san.

All the employees at this restaurant have their own different feelings.

Our goals are different too.

There's someone who ended up here while looking for a place to belong.

There's someone who decided to work for her child's sake.

There's someone who's working as if rebelling against something.

I'm doing this in order to realize my friend's dream.

She was so bitterly frustrated and angry.

But all she could do was cry. I'm doing this to realize that friend's dream.

Her dream was to take revenge on you, Ameki-san.

I started this restaurant to settle an old score for her.

- Oh, I see. - Hey, does that mean

you're going to beat our company that has an annual business of 30 billion yen?

Yes, we're going to win.

Oh yeah?

I have a favor to ask. Do you have a charger here?

Hey, Chika. Come on over.

You brought that out for me, right? Bring it over here.

I can't let you have this after all.

Because this isn't fodder for pigs.

This is Fujimura Satsuki-san's dish.

Oh dear.

- Do you have a charger at your place? - Yes, we do.

- The bill, please. - It's fine.

Well, it's your turn next to take off your clothes.

- Thanks for the food. Shall we go? - Yes.

Leave. Leave.

Karasumori-san. That's Mediterranean sea salt.

What was that for!

I don't recall doing anything, but

I'm told, "We're dating, aren't we?"

I get patted on the head every day.

And hey, hey, hey. Look, look, look.

See? I don't know why, but he sends me selfies every day.