I will first acknowledge that I know I am in the minority here for my dislike of the ever popular Japanese Steakhouses (especially with Prom season quickly approaching – not that I’m going or anything). I usually duck-in quickly to a booth and partake of large quantities of sushi – enough to induce sodium cankles for days to come. Why do I hate these places you may ask? (well, you would ask if this wasn’t a one-sided conversation) I will tell you …
- Stranger Danger. I’ve never liked sitting next to strangers and I’m not a fan of it when you have to sit at the same table with people you don’t know. If I was looking for that type of seating arrangement I’d go to a wedding or on a cruise. No offense to the couple at my table of whom the lady claimed seafood allergies so her chicken needed to be cooked first and then chowed down on crab rangoon – but I don’t want to share my dining “experience” with you. And yes – I was staring at you for half the meal, you were not being paranoid.
- It’s like buttah. I don’t like to see my food being made. I don’t want clever puns with the “butterfly/ butter fly” as it is being thrown up in the air. And I surely don’t want to see how much butter you are putting on my rice, vegetables and shrimp, or chicken, or steak. I prefer to be in denial that restaurants use only healthy olive oils to prepare my entrees.
- Coordinated? Do you know me? I’m glad that everyone else is able to catch food in their mouth when it comes to the interactive part of the meal. I however end up just getting pelted in the face with shrimp.
There you have it – my foodie grievance of the day. Please stay tuned to later installments such as “why I hate syrup – both the aroma and texture” and “Velveeta – is it really considered a cheese if you don’t have to refrigerate until after opening?”