2) In da club, straddling the dancefloor, three Latinas pull me into their circle. “What are you?” one asks. Japanese. “Ohhhhh. (to friends) ‘HE’S JAPANESE.” Why do you ask? Are you part Japanese? “No, we just don’t see a lot of Japanese in Reno.” Translation: We just don’t see a lot of Japanese who aren’t uptight, wearing cameras, bad teeth, sandals and socks, etc. They were nice and I was their resident cockblocker.
3) Waiting for a table at breakfast, me and three homeys kick it on a bench. The hostess walks up. “Gordon?” We all get up. “Oh, is it a party of three or four?” Three? We’re all sitting together talking…of course! Why would three white guys be eating with the Asian guy?
Reno was great, otherwise. I highly recommend the Awful Awful burger at the Nugget Diner.