Betty and I are
longtime fans of Tokyo Café, a Japanese sushi house/restaurant that burned a
couple of years ago. This seems to be my Phoenix week but the café re-opened a couple
of nights ago, risen from its own ashes. She and I both know better—don’t go
for two weeks when a restaurant opens or re-opens to great hoopla. But we ignored our wiser selves and dragged poor
Jacob into our folly.
Tokyo Café was
always a quiet place with no wait and very little noise. Not tonight—we got
there at six and were seated at seven, with Jacob moaning about how hungry he
was. I finally said I’d endure the wait a lot better with wine and gave Betty
my credit card. She’s not aggressive and was in line at the bar for a good
whole but the magic worked as I hoped—we got a table while she was getting
wine. She came back breathless, having spent $29 on two glasses of wine (I was
astounded too though it was good wine).
Jacob ordered edamame
as I knew he would, and Betty surprised me by ordering stir-fried rice. I came
for sushi, and sushi I would have—but who knew it all had cream cheese in it.
My Philadelphia roll was good but married by my conscience working about the
cream cheese and wishing I had remember to specify soy wrap instead of seaweed.
So I was a little hungry when I got home. Betty loved her rice, but Jacob as
not enthusiastic abbot the edamame—stir-fried in a soy sauce and he didn’t like
the “brown stuff.”
Jacob was a
charmer tonight. When I asked if he’d carry my purse, he said, “No, Juju. I
have t get you in and out of the car.” And he did. He and Betty had high old
discussions, most of which I couldn’t hear because the pace was so noisy.
All in all, it was
not our best dining adventure and not a good advertisement for a restaurant
that we really like. Wait a couple of weeks and try it—you’ll have a different
and better experience than we did.
And us? We’ve been
compiling a list of easily accessible spots. See you around.
