How could you visit a foreign city and not visit the Hard Rock Cafe? The adventures never end when I go out with my felllow mouskateers Janey and Pam. We were dressed in our Japanese Number One t-shirts and hanging out in Roppongi Hills and we heard The Hard Rock Cafe was close by. We had already learned that most of the taxi drivers did not speak English. But we figured The Hard Rock was universal in any language. We flagged down a taxi and hopped in. I told him where we wanted to go and he replied in perfect English, "Get out!" It took us five more taxis before we finally made it to the Hard Rock Cafe. I've been thrown out of a restaurant before, that's another story, but I've never been thrown out of a taxi. The reason might be that we confused the Japanese people by all wearing identical t-shirts. We got many laughs and perplexed stares. How can there be three people who are all number one?
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