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Courtney and I ate at the El Loro last night. As Court pointed out, El Loro will be “that place” we drag our kids to. The food and staff are great.

We were the first seated in an area near the front of the restaurant. We ordered our food and were enjoying our chips when two women were seated in the booth next to us. “We don’t want to sit by them,” one of the ladies said. I glanced her way to make sure she wasn’t talking about us. I looked over my shoulder. No one else was in the area. I concluded that, yes, she was talking about us.

“I hate sitting next to people. We’re going to be loud,” she told the waiter. They sat two booths away. I found her comments odd and a tad rude. After sitting down the two young women discussed, loudly, the appropriate size of margaritas to order. They determined the 60oz was too large and settled for the smaller 36oz mugs. The girl was right, they were going to be loud.

For the rest of our time there I couldn’t hear them much. As the restauant started to fill up other couples and families were seated around them. I considered it pennance for their demands.

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.

I’m taking a sushi cooking class tonight. Cooking is probably the wrong word for it. More like “preparing” sushi, I gather. I cautiously starting eating sushi again after the incident earlier this year. As long as I stay away from the yellow tail I seem to be fine.

I remember the first time I ever watched someone eat sushi. It was my second tech job and I was sitting in the lunch room with my new boss. Steve came in with what I know now is a take-out platter of sushi from Lund’s. I remember thinking how swank and hip it was to be working at a dotcom eating sushi. I hoped one day to be that trendy.