tokyo diner
Continuing with the theme of international cuisine this week, Monday was Indian, we went out for Japanese food today for lunch. We went to the Tokyo Diner since it was the only place I knew of. When we got there we had figure out how to get in since the front doors were boarded up in a haphazard fashion. We ended up going next store and walking through it into the diner. Upon getting inside we were offered sushi or hibachi. The guy I was with did not like sushi so hibachi it was.
We were seated at the grill and looked at the menu. They offered every combination of shrimp, chicken and steak you can think of, which is like 7, and that was pretty much it. We placed our orders and then waited at the hibachi grill for the maestro of japanse flair to arrive. Then the Golden Girls walked in and were seated with us. Just what I wanted, 3 old ladies talking about their sexual exploits. Not fun at all. OK that did not happen but there were 3 old ladies.
The guy wheeled his cart out and reconfirmed the orders then started flinging vegetables and rice around. He made the tradtional onion volcano and even had a little statue of a boy dressed like a fireman to pee on our food. He cooked the meat and added a ton of sauces i could not identify and then scooped the food to the plates leaving several trails of crumbs in his wake.
The food was actually pretty good. Better then i was expecting. I would go back but only for lunch because the dinner prices were ridiculous, unless of course those come with a Happy Ending, then I'm in.
After we got back to work it was the usual boring busy work except my ass decided that it wanted some attention. So the farting storm began and no one was safe, not even me. Most of the time it is the other guys letting them rip but for one short afternoon i was king. My farts were sneaky too. I would release one and then it would take a minute to gather potency, then it assaulted all you senses. I swear the air got hazy. I made one guy's eyes water, another took refuge in his shirt and the third guy who has quite the beak on him had to get up and leave for i had overloaded his nostrils. This continued for about 3 hrs. I was told i smelled like a wombat and eggs.
I blamed it on lunch for it was the only thing i could do. I have been told that i can never eat there again.
We were seated at the grill and looked at the menu. They offered every combination of shrimp, chicken and steak you can think of, which is like 7, and that was pretty much it. We placed our orders and then waited at the hibachi grill for the maestro of japanse flair to arrive. Then the Golden Girls walked in and were seated with us. Just what I wanted, 3 old ladies talking about their sexual exploits. Not fun at all. OK that did not happen but there were 3 old ladies.
The guy wheeled his cart out and reconfirmed the orders then started flinging vegetables and rice around. He made the tradtional onion volcano and even had a little statue of a boy dressed like a fireman to pee on our food. He cooked the meat and added a ton of sauces i could not identify and then scooped the food to the plates leaving several trails of crumbs in his wake.
The food was actually pretty good. Better then i was expecting. I would go back but only for lunch because the dinner prices were ridiculous, unless of course those come with a Happy Ending, then I'm in.
After we got back to work it was the usual boring busy work except my ass decided that it wanted some attention. So the farting storm began and no one was safe, not even me. Most of the time it is the other guys letting them rip but for one short afternoon i was king. My farts were sneaky too. I would release one and then it would take a minute to gather potency, then it assaulted all you senses. I swear the air got hazy. I made one guy's eyes water, another took refuge in his shirt and the third guy who has quite the beak on him had to get up and leave for i had overloaded his nostrils. This continued for about 3 hrs. I was told i smelled like a wombat and eggs.
I blamed it on lunch for it was the only thing i could do. I have been told that i can never eat there again.
posted by K-Dawg at 6:27 PM
1 Comments:
I heart hibachi.
And, um, gross.
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