No earthworm nonsense.

Last night, we tested out Bennett’s bravery.  Situating him at the corner of the hibachi grill, I closely studied his face as bright flames swelled towards the ceiling.

Fascination?  Yes.

Fear?  Nope.

Don’t be too impressed though.  While the highest flames didn’t seem to upset him in the slightest, apparently he’s rather leery of anyone who sneezes twice in a row.  Brian’s stepmom, Yvonne, let a couple loose and you’d have thought that she was pinching his leg under the table for all the boo-hoo’s that commenced.

*sigh*

You guys know how I feel about sushi.  Not even pregnancy deterred me.  But last night I ventured over to the land of cooked cuisine while frequenting my favorite restaurant, Otani.  I’ve been to other Japanese steakhouse type establishments, you know, the kind where they cook in front of you.  And while the shows are certainly interesting to watch, most of the time their food is just a’ight and kinda dry.

Not so last night.  I opted for the shrimp and was VERY pleased with the levels of juiciness that were achieved!  Brian and his dad both got two different cuts of steak. Naturally, I took a nibble from each plate.

Superb.

I forgot to taste Yvonne’s teriyaki chicken, but she didn’t seem to have any trouble getting in down!

In addition to enjoying our meals, once again I was reminded why I love this place.  Man, the friendliness!  One server even stopped what she was doing to enjoy giving Bennett a few nibbles of his own dinner.  (I brought along some pureed cauliflower & steak.)  It’s so nice to feel welcome when dining as a family and not like an imposition.  (Yes, I forgot a bib and wrapped a napkin around his neck.  Yes, Bennett looked like a cowboy.)

Not only that, but all the little extras go a long way.  The soup, the salad (with yummmmmmmmmmmy homemade dressing) and that little dollop of sherbet at the end!  Clearly I love dessert as it’s the one thing I horked down before remembering to snap a picture.  (I say “horked down” all the time.  Apparently that’s not actually a word.  …but I insist that it SHOULD be.)

A scrum-diddly-umcious Father’s Day dinner!

And, no, the chef did NOT try to toss pieces of shrimp into our open mouths like a mama bird divvying out the morning earthworm spoil.  I went out of my way to thank him. What a relief!