Another Surprise for Grannylu

Last week Carole announced we were all going out for a "fancy" dinner with my grandson Ben and his fiance Teresa. Carole suggested I get "dolled up" and put on some fancy duds. When Carole says "fancy" she usually means real tablecloths and napkins, bottles of good wine and an atmosphere unlike Chipotle. I dressed accordingly.

I needn't have fussed. We ended up at at a steakhouse---a Japanese steakhouse. Now I enjoy Asian food but I don't like Japanese. However, since it was a "steakhouse" I figured they might have something generic for me.

The atmosphere was anything but intimate. I was pretty sure the foot touching mine under the huge table probably didn't belong to anybody I knew. Then there was the 11 year olds birthday party at the next table---and all the under-10 guests.

We did have wine. Strange, thick syrupy stuff. I think DayQuil tastes better. Accompanying the wine was a plate of uncooked dead things I can't begin to describe.

When it was time to order I decided on chicken. How bad could that be? A few minutes later a skinny guy in a funny hat came to our table with an arsenal of sharp things clanking in his belt. He identified himself as Ti-Mi-Shu. Mr. Shu started by juggling his sharpies and setting our plates on fire. Then "Chop-Chop-Chop!" I knew better than to wait for the strolling violin player.

More "Chop-Chop-Chop". It all looked the same to me. Pieces of things were dramatically flung on our no-longer-flaming plates. Like a good girl I proceeded to eat but I began to wonder..."Where's the chicken?" Unable to identify anything for certain I surmised perhaps that large noodley whatimacallit might actually be meat. Wrong!

As it turned out Ti had dumped my meat on Teresa's plate. She had eaten it. That was fine with me as I am a dutiful grandmother who would gladly give the shirt off her back or the food out of her mouth to her grandchildren. Besides, I was done.

We left laughing. So Long Mr. Ti-Mi-Shu. It was a hoot.