Wendy and the Japanese Restaurant!

May 15, 2007
Let me begin this story by saying God Bless America!!!! (Now for all you people who like what I call "weird food", you just keep your comments and judgments to yourself!) You've seen those bumper stickers that say "Buy American". Well, that's my philosophy when it comes to food. Paula Dean, butter, cornbread, homemade biscuits, hotdogs, apple pie, chocolate cake, milkshakes, you get the picture. This is what I eat. This is what I've always eaten. So it comes as no surprise that I needed to lose a few pounds. I started my "diet" a couple of weeks ago. I was on day 10 when I got the invite for a girls night out. Patton Creek (I was told) is where we are headed. Now, I'm visualizing Flat Rock Grill, Johnny Carrina's, etc....in my mind I'm going to have a little cheat night! Can't wait! Saving my calories (literally...I ate 200 calories before dinner that day AND exercised for 50 minutes on the treadmill...I was ready for some serious food!) Then I get the news that we are going to "Sumo". (What?) Oh, it's a Japanese Restaurant, you'll love it. (How can anywhere that is named after a fat, naked sumo wrestler be any good?)
(Ok, right then and there can you imagine what I'm thinking? I don't think they are going to serve french fries!) No problem. I'm branching out. I've experienced all kinds of "new" things in the past few years. Time to try Japanese. It'll be good for my diet. Grilled vegetables, chicken, salad. Plus the fellowship will be great!
We arrive and are seated. This will be fun (although I'm still a little skeptical). Of course everyone around me lets the chef know it's my first time at a Japanese Restaurant so he's going to be generous with the food and give me extra. THANKS! Do you think he was happy when I ordered my chicken "plain"? I believe his comment was "there's a Chic-Fil-A around the corner." (Now we're talking my kind of food!) Anyway, I was very impressed with the cooking antics. Very fun to watch. (But I have to tell you when he cracked that egg and began to fry it for the "rice", all I could think of was biscuits, jelly, and bacon!) So, I try the "soup" (you know, watered down chicken broth???) I was asked how I liked it. "It's ok" I responded. (Let me explain "ok". ..that means it's not that great, wouldn't eat it again, wouldn't choose it if I didn't have to, and definitely wouldn't pay for it!!!) That became the theme of the night. Everytime I was served a dish, I tried it and responded..."It's ok". (Keep in mind that I have basically starved myself to prepare for this night out!) So, the meal is over and I have drunk about 27 glasses of water (maybe not 27, but alot!) to fill my hungry stomach. I really have to go to the bathroom. Wouldn't it be my luck that a very unpleasant odor was coming from the restroom.
I mean...BAD! I absolutely couldn't hold it . I'm in the restroom alone when my friends come in.
I think they managed to hold their nose and say oh my gosh before they ran out! Now I have to go out and explain that the odor was there BEFORE I went in and that I wasn't the cause of it!!!
(The night just got better and better). After several laughs we all departed, but not before it was decided that I could pick the next restaurant. (Thank you Lord). I'll tell you right now- it's going to be somewhere like Johnny Rockets where the supply of salt, ketchup, and fat runs plentiful!
(I did hear mention that some of the gang wanted to try a Thai restaurant sometime. I'm pretty sure I'll be "busy" that night!) The best part of the story...the next morning I woke up 2 pounds lighter! Not such a bad night after all!!!!