Karate does not come from White Crane

I wanted to elaborate about how I first responded to your post. Because it really did blow my mind.

The dojo I ran for the greater part of my martial career was originally a billiards parlor. (Eighteen beautiful tables.) Where I spent a great deal of my misspent youth shooting straight pool and nine ball.

I worked there through college, sitting at the counter reading karate books, and cleaning the tables in the morning before going to UMass Boston to skip classes.

Once the dojo was established, our landlord, a wonderful man I had known since I was a kid, went to ā€œice cream schoolā€ and opened an ice cream place above the dojo. Which still exists to this day. And it’s great ice cream. He used to come downstairs to the dojo after class, give everyone three tiny cups of ice cream and ask us questions about which we liked better and why.

When I read your post I was like…whoa, dude.
It really did blow my mind.
Karate followed by ice cream, what a perfect way to end a training session!
 
By a strange twist of fate, every martial arts school I've been to (that's 6, including the time my karate school changed venues) has been set right next to some sort of fast food joint. Funnily enough, the last two have been right next to a rotisserie chicken place (a Benny's at my previous one and a St-Hubert at my current one).

I always found it hilarious that you could get a hard work-out and feel great and immediately go and ruin all your hard work.
 
Being a lightweight fighter with low body fat, I had to supplement a good training diet with an enormous amount of calories in order to train and teach all day. Having great ice cream up stairs, good pizza thirty yards away and a good Greek restaurant forty yards away was a dream come true.

We even got discounts because a gang of us ate at all of them all the time and tipped well.
 
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