The day before my birthday I had a date with a really nice guy. He took me to one of my favorite restaurants, Japanese. It was on Saturday and I had never been there on a Saturday and probably will never go on a Saturday again. It was a two hour and 20 minute wait. Can you believe that?
When we finally did get to our table, it was a lot fun. The chef cooking with all of the flips and fancy vegetable cutting, tall fires and flipping shrimp tails in everyone's drinks.
My date told them that it was my birthday and they bring you a birthday cake that has "Happy Birthday" written on it in Japanese. Then they take your picture, put it in a card, and sing "Happy Birthday" in Japanese. The food was always oh so good! Eating the left-overs the next day is the second best part of eating dinner there. lol
Thank you young man. It was a lot of fun and I have a cool card to remember it by.
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