We Don't Serve Your Kind Here........
aka Don't Take Us To Nice Places
I've never written a food post, cuz I'm not real picky about what I eat. This weekend was good tho.
This weekend was my friend Yumi's birthday party, which she held at a really awesome prime rib joint called Lawry's.
Say Happy Birthday to the Yuminator!! And Thai and Kaz.
Apparently there's a Lawry's steakhouse in a few major cities around the globe. She sent us all emails asking if it was OK to have it there, and what do I care? It's a steakhouse.
Anyway, the joint was pretty cool. They have a few types of prime ribs, the difference of which is the size. The difference between mid-range and second-to-biggest was 500yen, so i figured what the hell? Kinda like when you get the ginormous size cup at the movie theatre because hey, it's 25 cents more, so fuggit. When you're ready to order, they wheel in this giant silver thing, which sorta resembles R2D2's obese silver cousin. It's a sort of grill/serving thing on wheels, and they cut the prime rib from a giant, 6000lb Diplodocus rib simmering within. Here's what the steel thing looks like:
Imagine my joy when the following was brought forth.
The meal was around 7000yen or so, so like $60ish. The prime rib was fab, as was the creamed corn and mashper-taters. Most of us also had a few drinks during dinner, so all in all it was a mellow evening. They also have an original spinning salad, where they spin a salad around in a bowl and put stuff in it. And it's good. Here's the waitresses doing it.
I got a kick out of their outfits, and quipped that they doubled as nurses for when one of us would be requiring the heimlich. I would say that they put up with us with grace, but the group I was with was really well behaved.
They brought out the desert menu, which also offered a host of surprises, including grappa. I knew what grappa was and had tasted it before, and the ladyfriend was curious as to what it was, so I ordered up a shot for 1000yen and had everyone take a taste. Most people couldn't get past the the scent, but just about everyone stomached a little sip of it. There was about a half a tiny glass left when we were about to leave, so a member of our party decided to slam it, which made him throw up in the bathroom before he left. Good thing he paid for that expensive meal, eh?
Here's me and the Mizz Aki, discussing something intently, as Craig prepares to devour his catch.
I wouldn't recommend getting grappa unless it's something that you, the hard core alcoholic requiring some some after-dinner rocket fuel, are jones-ing. The only thing I can compare it to is the booze we drank in Sasebo with the dead scorpions in the bottom, or the booze in North Korea with the two dead snakes floating around in it.
The moral of the story is, "that's why we don't take us nice places". Or rather, that's why we shouldn't order drinks from a power-alcoholic's menu.
Here's the crew:
I've never written a food post, cuz I'm not real picky about what I eat. This weekend was good tho.
This weekend was my friend Yumi's birthday party, which she held at a really awesome prime rib joint called Lawry's.
Say Happy Birthday to the Yuminator!! And Thai and Kaz.
Apparently there's a Lawry's steakhouse in a few major cities around the globe. She sent us all emails asking if it was OK to have it there, and what do I care? It's a steakhouse.
Anyway, the joint was pretty cool. They have a few types of prime ribs, the difference of which is the size. The difference between mid-range and second-to-biggest was 500yen, so i figured what the hell? Kinda like when you get the ginormous size cup at the movie theatre because hey, it's 25 cents more, so fuggit. When you're ready to order, they wheel in this giant silver thing, which sorta resembles R2D2's obese silver cousin. It's a sort of grill/serving thing on wheels, and they cut the prime rib from a giant, 6000lb Diplodocus rib simmering within. Here's what the steel thing looks like:
Imagine my joy when the following was brought forth.
The meal was around 7000yen or so, so like $60ish. The prime rib was fab, as was the creamed corn and mashper-taters. Most of us also had a few drinks during dinner, so all in all it was a mellow evening. They also have an original spinning salad, where they spin a salad around in a bowl and put stuff in it. And it's good. Here's the waitresses doing it.
I got a kick out of their outfits, and quipped that they doubled as nurses for when one of us would be requiring the heimlich. I would say that they put up with us with grace, but the group I was with was really well behaved.
They brought out the desert menu, which also offered a host of surprises, including grappa. I knew what grappa was and had tasted it before, and the ladyfriend was curious as to what it was, so I ordered up a shot for 1000yen and had everyone take a taste. Most people couldn't get past the the scent, but just about everyone stomached a little sip of it. There was about a half a tiny glass left when we were about to leave, so a member of our party decided to slam it, which made him throw up in the bathroom before he left. Good thing he paid for that expensive meal, eh?
Here's me and the Mizz Aki, discussing something intently, as Craig prepares to devour his catch.
I wouldn't recommend getting grappa unless it's something that you, the hard core alcoholic requiring some some after-dinner rocket fuel, are jones-ing. The only thing I can compare it to is the booze we drank in Sasebo with the dead scorpions in the bottom, or the booze in North Korea with the two dead snakes floating around in it.
The moral of the story is, "that's why we don't take us nice places". Or rather, that's why we shouldn't order drinks from a power-alcoholic's menu.
Here's the crew:
So spake Paul at 9:07 PM
8 Comments:
That rib looks goooooood.
C'mon Paul, you are too picky.
im picky but not... within foods that i like, im not picky.. and i eat super fast. you know that.
i just dont like fish, that's all.
The Italians living in the Alps in like the 14th century created grappa, they probably would of all died out if it wasn't for the magical powers of grappa. It is made from all the left over crap laying around after wine making, which stinks something awful. I lived beside a winery for 3 yrs I am amazed that a)the Italians never waste anything and b) how people come up with these ideas, to make something to eat out of stuff like this.
Grappa is suppose to help in digestion after a meal, but not in the way it helped your friend...ick.
bucket-- it's some serious rocket fuel. i cant imagine anyone butcept a hardcore drinker sitting there and finishing off an entire little mini-glass of the stuff. it's like sitting there trying to elegently sip on 151 and not looking like a 14 year old drinking for the first time. it's sorta the blood sausage and entrails of drinks. it was created using left over shit, because folks like then needed to use everything to survive. we dont need it anymore, so let's stick to the necessities...like ribs. :)
That is some rare prime rib.
Please do something about the size of those photos. They're killing me. It's like that guy is ready to jump in my lap with a crazed look on his face and a knife and fork in his hands.
Nanu Nanu Me Likey Prime Rib.
This Christmas the mama-san is going to make some rib for us. I will enjoy it.
well that whole "aids digestion" reasoning always sounds like an excuse for a habit
I don't like grappa either. But I do think that our civilizations often have a lot to owe to such tinctures as grappa
That stuff in Sasebo was probably near toxic...the best part was watching Shaft and Jason ("I'm a shark-Rarr!") Tarn attempt to take a shot and make it look like they had ever done one before.
-JJ
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