a couple of days into the new year…my sister picked to head out to asuka for hibachi…but she typically orders sushi, as does diana. i always have to specify numerous times to the chef, ‘ please no sesame ‘ …meaning no sesame seeds. they average 50/50 on remembering not to shake the sesame can onto the chicken. this time was a success…however, after celebrating the chef abstaining from the seeds i managed to spot a nice hair on the chicken breast while it was on the grill. so i just smiled and pointed…he smiled and said something like, “ohh – sorrwee”…i was like, “it’s cool man, it’s cool”.
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