Tonight we went out to eat some conveyor-belt sushi, usually a fun and easy meal out with the kids. Food comes by constantly, there's no waiting, the kids can try this and that of new and interesting-looking plates without having to order a whole entree, etc. It works.
On the way over, I told the kids about a restaurant in Japan that features monkeys with human face masks as servers. It's OK...go ahead and re-read that last sentence, I'll wait.
Anyway, it's entirely true and creeps me out to nightmare-level depth. And of course, the kids thought this was the best dining idea EVER, and immediately started planning a trip to Japan. Me and my big salmon-stuffed mouth.
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