Chop chop

I have a small point to make, and its certainly not the hill I choose to die on, BUT if you take your family to a Benihana-type restaurant and you don’t tip your Hibachi chef, then you’re an asshole.

I had 5 people last weekend at Mt Fuji at a table for 10, and had my kid run the guy $20 after he was done.  The other family who was there… Complete strangers… Saw what I did, but chose no to go to the hip as well.  As a matter of fact, for the 2 hours or so I was there, no other table within eyeshot did the same… And I am not fucking wealthy.

The guy makes volcanoes out of onions, gives you a second chance to catch the broccoli in your mouth so you don’t seem like a totally uncoordinated spaz in front of your kids, bestows upon you that elusive extra half-serving of noodles that is left on the flat top after he had meted it out to the other 9 people at your table, AND he makes a semi-delicious carb-laden meal that gauranteed will give you the runs during the car ride home.

Can you name another minimum wage service industry worker that goes the extra mile like that?… Outside, of course, of the shady strip club dancer who’s quick with the old sympathy handjob.

Imagine if the waiter at The Palm came out wearing a giant papier-mache dragon head on, singing, “Papa-San, it’s your burstday!”… You would light him the fuck up.

So the Asian antics are worth a 20, Diamond Jim… Dig deep, and throw the silly bastard a bone.

Domo arigato, in advance (which I believe is Japanese for “Take a report”).

-Large