Will that be Hibachi or Sushi? I never thought that was a hard question before, but Saturday night it was one of the hardest questions ever asked of me. I had arrived first and was giving my name for the table. The hostess could see the “deer in headlights” look – probably recognized it from many other people, and nicely suggested I text my “fella” and ask what he thinks. Deciding not to get into the whole; “this is only our real first date because the first one was at Starbucks” thing I sent a quick text; “Hibachi, right?” However, feeling like everyone in the waiting area was watching and thinking; “she doesn’t even know Hibachi or Sushi? Why wouldn’t you know Hibachi or Sushi? This is a Hibachi or Sushi kind of place.” I then received; “Yes, sounds good” – Ok, so I tell her that we are indeed here to get Hibachi. But my calm little world blows up again, “Oh good!!! I have an opening for a couple (we are not a couple) so if he can get here in the next few minutes it is yours or you will have to wait 30 minutes!!!” she says in a very cheery voice, and in that moment it sounds a lot like Mary Poppins, but she is from here, and just a few moments ago had a thick Southern accent – I don’t understand it either – maybe I watched it too much as a child – mom I have to blame you for that – or do blame dad for getting us that dish so we could watch all that stuff – oh well, love you both – mean it! He does get here on time (Thank goodness! I can’t look at the people in the waiting area think; “why didn’t he get here on time? Does he not have a good car? Why doesn’t he drive a truck? Is he a real man? Real men drive trucks); we get to our community Hibachi table . . . . and then wait 15 minutes for a chef – go figure. What’s up next for us crazy kids? I guess date #2/3 will be next during the week is what I am thinking. Any suggestions welcome!!!