This past weekend we celebrated a friend's birthday at the Birthday Place. Otherwise known as Benihana. Now I have been a longtime lover of Benihana's sushi, but rarely, if ever, do I venture over to the tepanyaki side of the room. I curse it's strong, illusive smell, and I painstakingly change into washable clothing when I venture over for my beloved Benihana sushi. Therefore, it takes a very special friend to get me over to the smelly side, the odoriferous fried onions and chicken on the massive grill.
I find it funny every time. I cook dinner every night, but Jeremy does not stand next to me, laughing and clapping when I demonstrate my fancy knife skills with a head of broccoli. He does not cheer when I saute a chicken breast. There are no roars of laughter when I burn a potato.
But, at benihana, we laugh wildly as they form our rice into a heart, and then make it beat, and turn an onion into a volcano. I might need to try that method at home.
Hey Jer, look at my mean tofu sauteing skills. Take that frypan.
I love Benihana for the aforementioned sushi, and for it's fun glasses. Rachel appreciates the glasses too. She chose to order her drink in a cat mug. Yes, a cat mug.
Benihana, where they chant "Happy Birthday to You" in voices so high it sounds like someone stepped on their toes.
Benihana, cooking at home does not garner such a scent, but here, one must shower upon exit.
Benihana, land of bizarrely shaped drinking vessels.
Benihana, place of celebration - weather it is a Birthday, graduation, engagement or baby, we rejoice over a hot stove and a man cooking before us.
Benihana, you may not believe me, but some damn good sushi.
And so we celebrated Cooper's birthday, over a hot stove, a cat mug, and a very tardy tennis coach who joined us for dinner. (see...my posts on Tennis Lessons) Yes, Mr. Tennis coach also joined us for dinner.
Happy Birthday Coop!