It was something I could have gone my whole life without trying. It wasn’t on my bucket list, nor was it even on the alternate list. ( I remember the feeling of not being chosen for softball all stars, but rather put on the alternate list! What?! Really?! )
However, when we received the call, the invite to lunch out ‘without kids’ I was thrilled.
Japanese might be one of my favorites. Sit down, sip on funny chicken broth while Mr. Cooker-Man (our kids call him) puts on a fascinating show right in front of you. Best part? The fire! Or maybe flipping shrimp tails in my husband’s coke!
But, Japanese here isn’t what I expected.
There was one lonely ‘Japanese style’ table in the corner and no Mr. Cooker-man present. Only a nice table with a menu of pictures. Point and nod and the smiling Japanese lady will bring it to you.
This is what arrived at our table.
And… Yes, of course I ate it.
I’m still trying to decide if I liked it.