We don’t tend to eat out a lot as a family. Back in our younger days, we simply had to save all our money. And the kids were small. They were sweet and well-behaved (most of the time, at least), but it’s a lot of work -strollers and wheel chairs and booster seats.
Then Noah went through a phase where he was always upset in a restaurant. We had to stop the car when we got there, and that’s always the first strike against every place he goes. Every place. Then, they are often loud places, and that was uncomfortable for him. But that lessened a few years ago, and he started loving it.
You see, there are people constantly walking around, and Noah loves to watch people do stuff. Often times these people are young women, and if we go often enough, they get to know Noah, and they give him attention. Holy jackpot, Batman!
But there is something even greater in the eyes of Noah. The holy grail of restaurants. It’s the place where they cook the food right in front of you. They tap their spatulas, they throw eggs around, and they light things on fire. Noah laughs his way through the entire preparation of a Hibachi meal. He’s loud because in true Noah fashion, he holds nothing back. Did I mention they light things on fire?
“Long time no see!” The chef joked when he pulled his cart to our table this past Saturday evening.
But his performance? It was all for Noah.
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