Friday night, we went to Kabuki. I love sushi, but I don’t know why I continue to go to there. The wait was about 40 minutes, and unfortunately for us, there was always someone smoking outside. (Secondhand smoke, gross.) The food was pretty good, as usual. The guys had a wasabi contest, where they’d all play Rock-Paper-Scissors and the loser would have to eat the one sushi piece topped with an unusually large amount of wasabi. (Like a wuss, I opted out.)
The trouble started when we got our bill. The waitress, Jenny, didn’t really know english very well. We had about 3 credit/debit cards we wanted to use, in addition to some cash, and she was trying to split the bill up into three. (No, we didn’t know why she was doing that.) In the end, we just gave in and used the bills she gave us. I had to pay five bucks extra, because I had a bunch of stuff on my receipt. But, Jordan just gave me $5 cash to compensate it.
Saturday morning was a workday, preparing for baseball. Usually after grueling work, we go to either The Hat or The Boat. (Mmm, good.) That night, after our RHP Varsity girls slaughtered Bethel Baptist, we went to the Alcatraz Brewing Co. at The Block at Orange. So-so service, lame food for too much money. I didn’t know Pico de Gallo equates salsa – it was basically just diced tomatoes. Pete ordered a steak entreé, but didn’t get much at all. He was ticked.
Sunday after church, Island’s. Good times, good food, good service.
Monday morning, Denny’s with my mom. Nice time with her, as usual, until we got to Denny’s. The person seating people got my name down, then kept plugging down the list of names. Since today was a holiday, there were a lot of people. People that came in after us got sat down before we did, so after 30 minutes, I complained. Her answer?
“I was calling your name, but you didn’t answer.”
Whoa, so neither me nor my mom heard you 10 feet away? What were you doing? Whispering for us? My mom was super ticked. To top it off, the eggs in our order that should come with country potatoes, couldn’t because they were “out”. Hmm, what are hash browns made of? And, they had no honey either. It was brutal. Then again, Andy would say something along the lines, “There’s people starving in Africa.” I know, I know.
So, it’s been a glutonous weekend, huh? I’m not pleased at myself, but it was all in the name of chillin with friends. Good times.
Note: There’s more to my weekend than food – I just didn’t cover it in this post. :)