Every year we take our kids out to celebrate the new school year. They pick the restaurant and we take them, even if we would rather not eat there. Usually, this restaurant is the normal kids fare like Chuck E Cheese or Cici’s Pizza. This year the kids wanted to get sushi! We have never been so excited to go to the Back to School Dinner. We chose a Hibachi Restaurant so we could get some other food too.
If you have never been to a Hibachi place before, you are not guaranteed to sit at a table by yourself (unless you are a party of 8 or more). There are only 4 of us so we sat with another group of 4, two couples on a night out (supposedly away from kids). I am sure they were stoked to get two very loud and rambunctious table mates, but I guess it is just another example of how the universe likes to mess with you. The two couples were really nice. One of the couples would be considered heavyset and the other couple even more so.
The chef we got was not the most entertaining of the bunch. He was not into tricks, and did not throw an egg in his hat or make a volcano (much to my disappointment), but he did try to joke around with us. It was evident early on that the portions he got from the back were rather large. He had almost another serving of fried rice (first to be passed out) left over. He looked around the table and plopped the extra rice onto the plate of the heaviest person at the table and made a joke that he could handle a bit more. I don’t know why, but it bothered me a bit. What is he trying to say? Is he implying that the guy eats more because he was overweight?
Then he started working on the filet mignon. He realized he had extra steak as well, so he distributed it to the same guy and his wife/girlfriend and gave some to my husband (who did not order steak). After distributing each of the items, he gave the extras to the same couple, and expanded to giving extra servings to everyone (including my daughter). Well not quite everyone, for some reason he never passed me any extras. All the food was delicious and it was nice to have some extra food (from my daughter’s plate) to take home in a doggy bag. The kids were happy and my husband was unusually giddy.
Bare with me as I get a bit off the topic…
Those of you that have had the pleasure of meeting my husband know that my husband gets giddy when he thinks he has been particularly funny or when he discovers something particularly cool, such as this soccer jersey(inspired by The Black Swan).
I am embarrassed that I could not figure out what the scissors on the jerseys were for…I was sorry I asked. By the way, I have been informed that I will get so sick of seeing it on him, since he is going to “wear the sh** out of it”. Such simple things in life can make my husband so happy.
Now let’s get back to why my husband was giddy after dinner…
He had sent me some texts during dinner and was amused by his comments. Unfortunately for him, I am not very good at keeping up with my phone so I did not get the texts until I was in the car (trying to check in with Foursquare before we got too far away from the restaurant). This is how it all went down (or downhill so to speak)…