Family, Wealth, and Affair.

Its a Sunday Night.
I encountered a table juxtaposed by a couple on a date on one side and a cheap family seated on the otherside of the grill. The lady in the couple is dressed up in make up and a black dress with the neck cut down that i had to litterally stare at her sideboob the man is dressed decently enough nothing out of the usual. The family was a cambodian looking family that you might see in the local Pho shop.

The wealthy couple orders the Filet Mignon and Lobster to be cooked and ask for Toro(the most expensive and fatty part of a tuna)
The family is definitely out of their league in this enviroment as they ask me what Hibachi is.
"Hibachi food comes with your own Soup, Salad, a large sideof vegetables, Rice and your choice of meats here on the menu" The whole meal is a steal for the price of 20-28 dollars really but for this shoddy looking family i can feel their eyes cowering at the prices. The father is probably thinking that he wants to gtfoh, Get the fuck outta here, and eat at the local TGIF. "no luck pal your in the depths of sakura your in hell and a exit is a walk of shame up a flight of stairs, past the hostess, and through the peering eyes of the wait staff and the owner who graciously seated your family himself. sensing that hes stuck here wether he likes it or not I graciously walk him through the menu items carefully. The family ends up ordering dinner plates of traditional food from upstairs and only the child is eating the Hibachi meal. Filet Mignon and Chicken the small kid ask, much to the dread of the father whose wallet is about to get emptied.

As i serve them food i cant help by notice that the rich couple on the right is being very secretive and shady they both quickly glance up whenever a waiter or customer walked down the stairs into the floor. Someone must be having a affair.

I cant be sure but the family was very content with their meal eating every last grain of rice and tempura but i cant help but think they are disgusted at the couple across from them as they've had to endure their escapades of alcohol, public affection, and exuberance.

As I hand the checks out to the individual groups i can overhear the drunk man on my right order a cab and asking the taxi to hurry up. a Taxi means a few things in this town, your either too drunk to drive, you dont own a car, you don't want to be seen with a mistress in your own car and you went out of your way to get to a restaurant where you won't be seen by the nosey neighbor.

He leaves a decent tip 20% but doesnt leave it in the black check wallet like a normal person. no this man decides to place it on top of his check with the twenty dollar bill folded in half and standing as if to broadcast his generousity to the world.

The father wouldve rather sucked up the money loss and spare his wife and child the exit of shame, and he still tipped decently.The father had maintained his composure and made the best of his mildy expensive bill, 70 dollars, and leaves me a decent tip of 18% and is thankfully on their way to get away from the snobbery that is the adjacent couple.

The couple however was a different story, they didnt want to leave the table, sitting around for at least 45 minutes after all the bills, to-go boxes, and drinks have been drank. I knew they were enjoying the privacy of Hell. no spouse or friends to spy them out here in the dimly lit Hibachi floor.

His tip was nice but not that nice, I wouldnt be writing this blog entry if it were a inexact 30%ish tip. afterall they were tipping for privacy... but honostly i felt that it was the Father and his family that deserves the good tip.



Arigato
-Waiter