Well, the original place off Skyport Drive was packed with a lot of South Asian Indian guys and the group decided to eat at a Japanese place just down First Street. It’s my first time at that location and I saw an onion volcano and soy sauce magma!
The Asian chef cooked our meal rather slowly and carefully — first, fried rice, next the onions and vegetables of zuchinni, and then the meat of chicken, shrimp and scallops. He read off our orders in a counter clockwise direction. He scooped each cooked item onto our plates.
Before the chef, the waitress served us salad with sesame oil, then miso soup with floating white mushrooms and lots of chopped green onion and our green tea for everyone. The bill was split with four of us to my left and the remaining three to my right.
I think I’m having an allergic reaction to the honey mustard dip, my favorite, compared the boring sesame oil and soy sauce dip. Or maybe the seafood of scallop and shrimp is not well cooked. I know I may be allergic to shellfish. Or maybe Hoan’s stink went up my nose and in my eyes. He wouldn’t stop scratching his cooties inside my car! I’ll take a Benadryl now.
Okay from 11:45am to 1:15pm, the group had lunch together. Everyone except Tuan and JenJen showed up. I didn’t talk. While washing up in the restroom at work, I realized that I’m better off being a silent wallflower than a outgoing conversationalist. However I did joke about a stranded Ford truck and its owner replacing the front left wheel while showing his butt crack.
As for “Coach John” his hearing is compromised. No wonder he has a drawl in his speech. But he’s a good boy nonetheless and probably as outgoing as his father, whom I would love to meet — hear his stories and jokes. And as for JenJen’s eight year old doggie, I hope he is better after the skin surgery.
Holy crap! I’m reacting to whatever is in the food and/or air. I’ll take the second anti-histamine pill now.
