My daughter graduated from 8th grade this week. I was going to take her out to dinner to celebrate and she wanted her dad and stepmom to come too, so we all went together. She chose one of those “hana” type Japanese restaurants, where you pay for the cooking show as well as the food. What the heck, I figured, although I hadn’t been to one in 20 years. Her dad’s taken her there for a few celebrations and she enjoys it.
The first thought that things were not going well was when we were still standing and waiting for our table, 20 minutes after the reservation. The second clue was when we weren’t seated until 30 minutes later. But the final clincher was when the guy is doing the knife thing and spinning the egg around, flipping it up and down, breaking it open on the griddle (for lack of a more accurate term) and then frantically looking around for the rice. He whispers to the woman putting something else on the tray and she whispers back and scurries into the kitchen. The egg’s finished cooking but the rice that was destined to become fried rice is still missing. He cleans the grill off and starts on the vegetables, periodically gesturing and whispering, then smiling apologetically at us.
The food we got was excellent. Between us, there was two kinds of steak, shrimp, and calamari. But rice would have been nice with it! We decided it must be the low-carb hana style of cooking. They offered us desserts or more drinks in exchange so a measly single scoop of green tea ice cream was served up all around.
Then the bill came, but the credit card receipt was $5 and some cents off from the first receipt. It turns out that was the two orders of fried rice we didn’t get. It was nice they decided not to charge us extra. 😉
A high priced meal in my book but a fun evening in my daughter’s book, I’m sure. In a true “CheapCooking” fashion, she saved some of her steak for lunch tomorrow, planning ahead.
Oh, and the table next to us got rice just as we were paying the bill. I’m still totally befuddled about how you could run out of rice. It comes with every bloody meal at this place. It’s not like some folks are choosing potatoes or pasta instead!
That sounds about like the couple of times my husband and I have called Pizza Hut and ordered a medium pizza and been told they’re out of that but we can have large. It’s sad that their employees are too enept to take a ball of dough for a large pizza and pull some off for a medium. Duh.
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allergic, two “l’s”
Hi,
I work in a Japanese restaurant, but not like the one you went to, and in their “defense”, maybe there was no communication between the peolpe that “dis out” the rice and the ones that make it. But, in your defense, #1. you are/were the customer, need I say more? #2. It is a Japanese restaurant. They serve rice. If there is a communication problem, there should be a BIG employee meeting to discuss this before someone does due to “lack of communication from employees”. I heard someone did die due to a waiter/cook problem. Alergic reaction.