I was working out on an olyptical machine up at my local gym when I smelled a faint waft of pizza in the air. I noticed a group of gym workers standing around looking very suspicious. As they danced around with giddy anticipation I stole a glance at their pride and joy. One of them was holding a Papa John’s pizza box. With very guilty looks on their faces they darted around attempting to conceal the possession. Two of the workers quickly shuffled off behind a desk where they proceeded to eat the pizza by ducking underneath the desk. We accidently locked eyes for a moment. They became deer caught in headlights. You could see the thought of jamming every last piece in their mouths before I ratted them out cross their minds. I laughed it off and tried to get the wonderful smell of pizza off my mind. I thought maybe blogging it would help. It hasn’t.
Archive for November 21st, 2005
Courtney and I spent a fantastic evening with friends at Mt. Fuji Saturday. It’s the first hibachi type restuarant I’ve been to. Loving asian food I’m surprised I hadn’t gone earlier. The food was fantastic and the presentation was entertaining. Chefs at a hibachi gril spin and play with their utensils in ways that typically I would get in trouble for. I was completely blown away by the quality of food. The fried rice was actually fried! I assume it somehow magically browned in the white take-home containers we get from other fast-food asian eateries. I did learn one secret that night. Enough butter on anything will make it superb. A cup of butter will work on everything from eggs to lobster.
Incidently, the truck still stinks of the leftovers even after being aired out for 2 days.
