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11/4/2025, 5:32:59 PM
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Lets talks about times we got out culinary cherries popped
I need to preface my story with some info about the time it's set in. I grew up in the 80's in the Midwest. This is back when America was a very white country, especially in the Midwest.
One day my mom told us she and my stepdad were going to take us to a restaurant downtown that served Japanese food, and most importantly they cooked it right in front of you.
I was super excited because to me, a little kid from the Midwest, Japan was this mythical place with ninjas and an alien culture totally foreign to me.
We got all dressed up and we drove to the restaurant. It was a warm summer evening, and the restaurant was in a lovely little Mid Century style building located behind the governors mansion.
We were sat down around a huge hibachi grill. Mom let us kids order kiddie cocktails. They came out with slices of oranges and cherries skewered by a little umbrella.
Mom ordered for us. Then the chef came out pushing the ingredients for our dinner. I had never really seen an Asian person up close before, so this too was a new experience.
He started off the show with an onion volcano, then went into showing off his skills handling the cooking utensils. He flicked shrimp to us, but I missed mine.
I don't even remember what all we ate but it was delicious. We didn't get any sushi or anything like that. This was back when sushi was something eaten by weirdos on the west coast and unheard of in the Midwest.
Finally the time to leave came and I was sad, but also a much wiser and experienced 8 year old. I couldn't wait to tell my friends about the experience the next day.
One day my mom told us she and my stepdad were going to take us to a restaurant downtown that served Japanese food, and most importantly they cooked it right in front of you.
I was super excited because to me, a little kid from the Midwest, Japan was this mythical place with ninjas and an alien culture totally foreign to me.
We got all dressed up and we drove to the restaurant. It was a warm summer evening, and the restaurant was in a lovely little Mid Century style building located behind the governors mansion.
We were sat down around a huge hibachi grill. Mom let us kids order kiddie cocktails. They came out with slices of oranges and cherries skewered by a little umbrella.
Mom ordered for us. Then the chef came out pushing the ingredients for our dinner. I had never really seen an Asian person up close before, so this too was a new experience.
He started off the show with an onion volcano, then went into showing off his skills handling the cooking utensils. He flicked shrimp to us, but I missed mine.
I don't even remember what all we ate but it was delicious. We didn't get any sushi or anything like that. This was back when sushi was something eaten by weirdos on the west coast and unheard of in the Midwest.
Finally the time to leave came and I was sad, but also a much wiser and experienced 8 year old. I couldn't wait to tell my friends about the experience the next day.