Yogi Dad and I like to go out to dinner. We like to go out and get drinks. We forgo gifts on special occasions and birthdays so we can treat ourselves when we want to try something new, or in this case, revisit an old favorite. I’m sure there will be fewer nice dinners out now that we are down one income, so it’s important to me that we enjoy ourselves when we do get to go out.
Last Saturday we had to cancel our Valentine’s Day reservations because I was still getting over the sick and I wanted to be able to taste my food, we were going out for sushi. I like my sushi served at a restaurant, often at the sushi bar, I am not a fan of grocery store sushi. This puts sushi on the speciallist for us, it’s not a weekly or even monthly occurrence. For years, Valentine’s Day meant sushi, except last year, when I was so sick and pregnant I couldn’t think about eating anything, let alone raw fish.
Our favorite, and you can say what you will about it, is Fuji Ya in Uptown. I think the quality rivals anyplace in the Twin Cities and the service is second to none.
Friday we had our first teacher conferences at the boys school and since we already had my Mom there to watch the boys, we decided to head out early and get a drink before our reservations. For some reason we always end up eating way to early, like 5 or 6. I don’t know if it’s because we are parents or what. This time we made reservations for a respectable adult hour- 7pm. We left home, headed across the river to Uptown and attempted to find a place to park and get a drink.
There are lots of places to get drink in Uptown. This should have been easy. I had a list of places that would have been completely acceptable that I gleaned from my Twitter friends.
But then my social anxiety set in. Parking was a pain in the ass down every street we turned. I was having a particularly crappy hair day, I didn’t want to be late for our 7pm reservation…so we just went to Fuji Ya. You can see where this is going.
We thought we’d get some drinks first, but the sushi bar was all but empty, taunting us. So we just sat there. And ordered a ton of sushi, had a few drinks, paid our check, ate a last minute dessert whipped up by our sushi chef, and left.
We were in our car by 6:58.