A sense of humility

Up to the top floor in the grey steel lift –
The doors slid wide open revealing gloss.
We walked across the shining floors towards
the end then ducked under Japanese flags
and opened some heavy wooden doors
revealing a restaurant of low seats.
We sat at the counter joined by two guests
dressed in Hawaiian shirts when the waiter
asked us for our jackets which we handed
over to him and the chef came and started
cooking without any ceremony
chopping garlic with a five inch blade when
I asked him how long he had been cooking
Japanese food. Thirty years he said whilst
lifting the garlic slices with his blade.
What would you like he said winking at me
knowing that I prejudged him but still he cooked
a great meal without a grain of revenge.