teppanyaki in dallas, the kids loved it!
it's about 13 hours between lincoln nebraska and austin texas. we decided 9-10 hours was time for a break. we spent the weekend in dallas at the westin park central (not as nice as other westins but still nice enough) on sunday night, we decided the easy dinner event would be to walk across the street, to the benihanna.
if you've been to benihana once, you know the routine. it's not exactly haute cuisine, but I was betting the kids would enjoy the show. you come to benihana for the teppanyaki show, and you get some food at the end. 
#2 son still working "the statue" pose, pre show/seating goofing around. he must have seen a zombie statue somehwere.... his statues are always a bit scary. his mother has asked him to stop making "guns" in his statue pose. sometimes he still makes the guns with his statue fingers, but he hides them behind his back so she can't see them.
our server warned, "don't touch the table, it's on and it's hot" I was feeling good and quipped "the same applies to me!"
my hunch was correct, as soon as eduardo came out and started clanging his spatula and knocking his salt shaker on the hot table top, the kids were mesmerized. their faces lit up and eyes were wide open. eduardo the teppanyaki chef was the star of the show, even when most of the shrimp tails did not land where he intended.
impressive scrambled egg chicken! I know you love the chicken portraits. keep 'em coming? yes?
they LOVED IT! sure, it's the same tired jokes to me, but the kids laughed and laughed.
the old onion volcano trick and zucchini choo-choo train gag. "whooo-hooo"
the stir fried rice was good, shrimp was ok and chicken was dry... but the experience was a good one.
I once spent a year working in the kitchen at hooters addison texas. it was a good job, good pay, hooters paid for college 100% including the cost of my books. I made decent money and they let me make my own schedule, and it was fun too. so while we were staying close to my old place of employment....
I told our waitress "I used to work here! around 20 years ago, I don't recognize you, were you here then?"
#1 son asked why it was called hooters. I showed him the menu where it explains that the guys that started it really liked owls. then I confessed "BUT, some people would say that the "OO" in "HOOTERS" resemble a woman's breasts.... then again I could say the same thing about your sponge bob shirt" he about fell off his stool when he looked down at his shirt.
#2 son was shy next to the hooters girl. he was very happy to get the balloon. later, when I asked if he had fun at hooters he smiled/blushed and said "they have belly buttons there"
