Coupons! Buy one entree, get one free! They are taking us to a nice place in Pittsford where we get to watch the chef prepare our food right in front of our faces. I have never eaten in a setting like this before. We gather around a grill (sort of like a piano bar only instead of music you get heat) and place our orders. Then the chef appears all dressed in whites with a fancy hat. He twirls his spatulas and forks making quite a show. Then he makes the grill steam with cooking oils. He balances and tosses eggs until I think for sure he will have an accident. Up in the hat, down on the grill, spinning, flying in the air - who knew eggs were so robust?
I am amused by the little onion volcano he creates with fire shooting out the top. The part about tossing food into our mouths with his little scraper was a bit nerve wracking, but we are good sports. He chops and flips and scrambles all kinds of yummy stuff that I can't eat, but he sure makes it look enticing. He keeps my steak clear from any seafood because of my allergies, and while my friends are slurping soup and chomping fried rice with sesame seeds and veggies (I shudder even thinking about getting close to such food that would put me in the hospital for sure), I get my entree served hot and delicious. It is good and I am hungry!
We laugh and exclaim over the fabulous food and are disappointed when our show is over. Soon the table next to us is inhabited and we get to watch the show all over - followed by the table behind us and at least one more before we depart. We sit talking for a long time, good friends connecting and reflecting on the ups and downs of life while feeding our tummies. We let our food settle and take our time. No one is in a hurry. I sense that the wait staff are anxious to clear our station, but there are at least 4 other stations not in use, so I refuse to be rushed. What a fun evening. I wonder where the next coupon will take us and what culinary adventures await our exploration.
I am amused by the little onion volcano he creates with fire shooting out the top. The part about tossing food into our mouths with his little scraper was a bit nerve wracking, but we are good sports. He chops and flips and scrambles all kinds of yummy stuff that I can't eat, but he sure makes it look enticing. He keeps my steak clear from any seafood because of my allergies, and while my friends are slurping soup and chomping fried rice with sesame seeds and veggies (I shudder even thinking about getting close to such food that would put me in the hospital for sure), I get my entree served hot and delicious. It is good and I am hungry!
We laugh and exclaim over the fabulous food and are disappointed when our show is over. Soon the table next to us is inhabited and we get to watch the show all over - followed by the table behind us and at least one more before we depart. We sit talking for a long time, good friends connecting and reflecting on the ups and downs of life while feeding our tummies. We let our food settle and take our time. No one is in a hurry. I sense that the wait staff are anxious to clear our station, but there are at least 4 other stations not in use, so I refuse to be rushed. What a fun evening. I wonder where the next coupon will take us and what culinary adventures await our exploration.
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