Monday, October 19, 2009

Japanese Fiasco



Tonight, I took a couple of clients to a nice Japanese restaurant, and Little Richard has yet to forgive me. As the chef began to prepare our meal (they cook it in front of you), he displayed his skill by whirling the utensils and knives all over the place. I wasn't that nervous watching the display until he added the blades, and then I became tense and rightfully so! One of the large blades got loose and came flying at my face....landed on the table with force moving forward.....and as the blade grew close to the edge of the table it leaned toward Little Richard with stabbing in mind. Fortunately, my reflexes were quick, and I slapped the handle of the knife stopping it from dropping. Our chef....yeah, he looked as white as a ghost, and our meal was on the house. I mean, that was the least they could do, right?

Outfit For The Stabbing:

Brooks Brothers Tartan Sport Coat
Polo OCBD
Polo Club Tie
Polo Tweed Trousers (not pictured)

10 comments:

Brian said...

great outfit even better story I was actually laughing while reading it

Figaro said...

That's what you get for going to a place that thinks that raw fish and seaweed counts as people food.

Anonymous said...

Great outfit! I like the tie and sport coat especially.

Anonymous said...

This outfit is bold, but not over the top. The same can not be said of the story.

Anonymous said...

The chef must be a reader of your blog judging from the fact he tried to stab you!

DAM said...

Well, that's a hell of a story.

Richard said...

I deleted a comment, but I will give the reader an answer. I call knives, blades at times, and the chef started with whirling utensils and then he incorporated the knives.

Anonymous said...

Seriously? You name it? Are in the 4th grade?

Paul said...

Funny story, and great outfit. I can envision the scene - Heard someone say recently, "don't try to catch a falling knife, just let it fall" as I think more damage is done trying to catch it.

ADG said...

"Little Richard"....I just laughed so hard that Stoli shot through my nose. Freakin' hilarious.

Coat and tie-stronger than battery acid.