So dinner in style I demanded and then our song and dance started...'where do you wanna eat, I don't know where do you wanna eat?'
I wasn't going to play that game tonight I knew exactly what I wanted and said it right after his "I don't know.."
Going to those goofy shows for a cheap steak and chicken meal cooked on the same grill top that you'd get at the Waffle house at 5x the price seems like a real waste of cash really, but there is really something about having a honest to goodness Asian-American prepare a watered down version of their cuisine all the while cheesing up to you ...it can't be compared.
Dinner and a movie plus you don't have to drive to 2 different places and best of all; it's interactive. Sort of like getting the opportunity to heckle the comedian and have him harass you right back but not have to fear that he's going to spit in your meal because your witnessing the entire performance.
The food always tastes the same, the act is always the same the only difference is your company if you don't already come with a group of nimrods that you already know.
Now in this shit-bowl of a town there were only 2 Japanese style restaurants to be found until just recently when a new one opened up and I figured, before we bust ass out of here let's give it a go. I already complain about every other place we've eaten at why not add one more to the list!
The exterior of the building is well kept even though the location is not that desirable as it is in a frontage out-lot on a busy merge from the highway. The parking was not very full but it also wasn't empty so this boded well because it meant it wasn't terrible and gathered enough interest from the locals.
Japanese steakhouses/sushi joints aren't cheap by any means and are kind of a treat especially in a Podunk city like this.
Sushi isn't exactly filling, you have to eat an awful lot of goldfish to get full.
We park along side a banana yellow cock raising 2011 Chevy Camaro, I don't care what anyone else says but those are leaps and bounds better looking that the new Mustangs. I've long since lost my love of Chevy's but if you gave me the choice between the Camaro, Mustang and the Challenger RT I'm going to rocket into a MOPAR.
Hobbling my slow, hot and sweaty butt up the handicap ramp and still eyeballing the motor eye-candy we go inside and are met by a skinny little thing that's fumbling through great big menu's that dwarf not only her hands but half of her torso. She greets us nicely and assesses our attire in that way only a snooty little spoon fed brat can.
Of course I didn't take a moment with my look because I hurt, I don't give a shit and I just want to eat. When I decided it was time to feed my maw I rolled off that bed along with moans and grunts, pulled on a silly t-shirt and those delightful track pants (watch those eyes or my finger is going to aim right for them) and yanked my long hair into a severe ponytail.
Look nearly complete I swiped the toothbrush back into my mouth, splashed some water on my sleep wrinkled face and rubbed a little bit of lotion on to combat the wrinkles that are threatening in the near future.
We are led over to the hibachi after announcing our decision to be entertained. Man wouldn't it be even more awesome if there were fire jugglers and clowns? NOOOO I hate clowns, Damn It! I've just given myself fuel for nightmares. Shit on a stick.
That's what I get for free writing.
There are no other people at our table and I think to myself, too good to be true. It won't be long before a band of idiots come in and they fill the rest of the table because it isn't cost efficient to do a show for only 2 people even if they are heffers and likely to order from both menus.
We order a couple of drinks and pre-order our entrees and set to goofing around on our cell phones just like any good American does, completely ignoring each other for the most part except to butt in long enough to show one another some interesting app or picture or snippet of an email rather than converse in normal banter.
Only a few minutes pass and in come another couple, the waitress attempts to sit them in the center where there are 3 seats instead of across from us where there are only 2. The gentleman says no, he would like to be across from us so that he can see who he was talking to while dining with them.
They kept on walking over and sat down, the man opposite my husband and his wife opposing me. They said hello and went to reading their menu's and order their beverages and we went back nose deep into our telephones - neither of us feeling very chummy.
Who wants to make new friends right before you leave town? Nothing but the chance of a broken heart.
Our dinner salads and soup come out and to the husbands disappointment his pathetic iceburg lettuce is swimming in the house dressing. I've offered to trade him with mine but he declines. He declares the soup delicious, the waitress has promised that there will be no mushrooms in mine since I don't like to eat fungus and most soups come out with with those nasty floaters in there.
She took the liberty to make sure his had none in there also, poor guy he LOVES to eat grody ground turds.
With a slurp I then declare the soup disgusting because it has a fish base and slide it over to him and start to pick out the remaining lettuce from his plate, but it was nearly a lost cause because it was indeed drowning.
If the greens had a voice they'd be crying, no, they'd be burbling.."blub..help...blub..gulp..can't...swim..blub."
and then..the worst thing could happen. I could handle this so far, its an evil you have to deal with when you go out...sharing the table in a family style restaurant but this is by far the worst.
A couple came in with a kid, clutching a filthy baby blue care bear with a rainbow on it swaddled in an equally nasty baby blanket.
I lean to my man and say, "I shall now get drunk" and I motion to the waitress to bring me another glass of wine. Certainly the mom has heard me and maybe she needed a little peace because she quickly orders herself a Budweiser, the King of Piss and a soda for her child and man.
We all settle in and wait for more drinks, dinner salads and soups to come out to the other 2 couples. The not so quiet announcement of the evening comes when a shiny stainless steel cart is wheeled out from the kitchen area, a heavy velvet curtain parting and a petite Asian man in his 20s pushing it heads our way.
The table is laden with all of the typical accouterments, squeeze bottles with soy sauce, rice wine vinegar, water, eggs, the huge pizza tray of rice with vegetables (peas and carrots that you know damn well came straight out of a Green Giant freezer bag) as well as another tray heavy with the meat each of us has ordered.
Meat..yum. Glorious meat.
I just love to devour the flesh of chickens, cows and swine. There's really nothing better than a rare to medium rare steak that's swimming in it's own juices and blood and seasoned with salt & pepper and a touch of garlic butter.
Everyone else usually orders crustaceans but not me, I don't want anything to do with that yuck-poo.
Our 'chef' for the night steps behind the now hot cooking griddle and with a long handled spatula he begins motioning from his right to left beginning with my husband.
"Steak and Scallop".."Filet Mignon".."Steak and Shrimp"...and then my husband interjects.
"ummm No, that would be shrimp and scallop"
Chef-my-hat-is-nearly-taller-than-I am says, "you are making joke, right?"
"no, I ordered shrimp and scallop"
the rest of the table groans when they see that our cook leans down to the buggy and picks up the entire tray of meat, mind you, this tray is like a 24" metal pizza-pie sized tray, and he exits from behind the table and heads back towards the kitchen!
What the Hell? You mean to tell me that he couldn't get someone to just bring out an order of shrimp to him and return the steak at the same time instead of making the walk all the way back to the kitchen? I don't get the thought process sometimes. His time and effort conservation would seem the most logical step when you have a table of 7 waiting for their meal to begin.
oh well, I digress.
Upon his return he begins the usual slinging of the spatula and long handled fork, twirling and clanging it on the edge of the metal griddle. The tings and clangs gathering everyone's attention.
He does a few flips of his wrists and it appears he has lost his dexterity and suddenly the fork goes flying at a wicked speed zipping right past the guy across from my husband and nearly zings him!
To his credit, the gentleman (we'll call him Mike) doesn't even blink and eye and continues to enjoy his soup. (which he's declared a loss since there are no mushrooms in! hahahaha)
Our attention still on Chef "King" which he calls himself, he starts back to flipping and twirling, soon he has out the eggs to begin the base of the fried rice (NOM NOM NOM) he bounces one a few times, we are enthralled as usual.
He then motions to my husband, "you try, yes?"
This is where it starts getting good because the broad next to me that ordered the Bud and has the kid flips out. She says, "umm no way..no..I don't think that's a good idea..that can't be sanitary"
He comes around the grill, which I think is a secret desire of his for a very long time and takes the spatula and begins his attempt...with absolute success. I'm staring in almost absolute disbelief because this is a man that cooks next to nothing at home.
Macaroni & cheese, deli sandwiches, ramen noodle soup, grilled cheese and drive-thru have been his specialties for more years than I can remember.
The egg is bouncing steadily on the utensil and then he does a final flip to crack it, and he does it without breaking the yolk! HOLY SHIT...even the "King" is impressed and starts to shoo him away.
He says, "okay, you go now --- you must work at IHOP"
Husband returns to his seat holding his spatula sort of as a prize I guess and "King" draws out a new one.
All of us are laughing, except for the mom. Her eyes are bulging out of her face and her hands have come up, almost like claws and are covering her mouth in shock.
This makes it even better for the two of us because that means she's miserable and is payment for our discomfort for putting up with having a child at our dinner table.
I strongly believe that you do not bring your children out to this type of a restaurant suited for adults, unless you are in a HUGE party and then there is no way that they can be seated with you because you have already filled the maximum seating at that table.
King is back to cooking those eggs and starts adding in the rice and vegetables, making a real mess but it smells so good who cares. He goes about grabbing his squeeze bottles and doles up soy and oil and then some rice wine..or WAS IT?
that's when he approached my man and indicates for him to open up his mouth for a squirt.
OH THE HORROR ...a shocked GASP comes from the lady next to me. EWWWWWWW
He opens up and out comes a stream from 2+ feet away arcing over the table into his mouth. He's trying to gulp as fast as this stuff is hitting his mouth but King doesn't give up too easily.
He puts the bottle down and then starts to serve up the rice to everyone and that's when my husband pulls out his trusty spatula and uses it as a gigantic server of sorts and spoons himself a bite.
"Oh Gross..oh that's gross. Unsanitary.. I'm a germaphobe and I can't handle this.."
ahhahahaha I am loving every minute of this now, no longer cranky because my husband is being a total nut and he's found someone that is such a fake piece of work that he's going to make her squirm.
He then takes it and slides it under his butt and says, "There, all clean" and hands it back to King... who apparently was ready for the switch like they both knew what they were doing..
He had another one within reach and starts to do a little twirling (but no touching of food) and this woman is seriously about to have a coronary!
After a few seconds of his act he then says ..I just kidding, and then puts the used utensil back on the very bottom of the buggy. How great, how classic was it though to see this total freak out?!?
I say to her during this little episode, "you can't be much of a germaphobe if you come out into public and eat in restaurants...get over it"
King goes back for the squirt bottle and then drills "Mike" who is holding his hand up in the air motioning for him to quit and doesn't get a successful response - so he ends up with wine all over the front of his t-shirt. We are in a fit of laughter and I suspect that both of the guys have a little bit of a drunk going on.
Asking them, what's in there and the response is 'cheap chardonnay'.
"Mike" says that when he gets pulled over by the cops he's going to just tell the truth how this little Asian guy forced it down his throat with a ketchup squirt-bottle and he kept telling him no-more with sign language but he wouldn't stop.
The 2 other couples are being very chatty with each other considering that everyone knows everyone in this place. We sit and only chip in a little bit but mostly we just want to eat and leave.
The mom decides she wants to turn my way now...and be my buddy. This isn't going to end pretty.
She starts with, "so do you 2 have children?"
well first off I think to myself..Well DUH bitch, if I were like any other dumb shit in this town I would have drug them in here to annoy you. However, since I don't have any with me it's deductive reasoning to think that I do not.
Besides I can't look THAT old to think that I have grown children.
"No and we don't want any"
....."Oh you make that sound like you don't like kids"
and I just look at her. I don't say a thing, I just look at her.
She gets antsy and has to look away and says, "ummm ohh..okay so we'll talk about something else"
So Mike is talking about how he thinks he got shorted on his amount of rice and that he's a big guy and likes his food. That's when she says, "Oh I like my men big" and she says this while turning in our direction and looking at my husband.
OH HELL NO
I said, "I've got a 100lbs on you bitch don't be messing around with my man."