There’s a
fun restaurant by us called HuHot. Well, nothing's really By Us, technically but, you know what I mean. To us, though, it will always be The Hot Ho. After
Dave went there for the first time, he came home to tell us about it and couldn’t
for the life of him remember the name. ‘We went to the . . . Ho Hot? . . . no .
. . Ha Hu? . . . no . . . Hut Hu? . . . no . . . Hot Ho.’ The name just stuck.
It’s a
all-you-can-eat Mongolian barbeque that is very delicious, and very expensive. You
basically fill a bowl to create your own stir-fry with every vegetable imaginable, and add in
meat, fruit, and sauce, then hand it over to the chef who cooks it to
perfection on a giant round skillet, then somehow figures out who to give the
plate to. Brian has a perfect recipe. I mix it up every time. Sarah is all meat & noodles. Dave goes big.
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| OK. I realize that looks disgusting. But I'm pretty sure it's hot enough to burn off any nastiness between bowl dumps. At least, that's what I'm hoping. |
All the while, you’re standing in a line that slinks through the food
bars & grill. Magically, you end up with your very same bowl! Of course, if you
have to get out of line to hit the potty, all bets are off. Their whole system falls,
like so many unfortunate Mongols.
Before my "sleep" study (that’s another post), we went to dinner there. As we waited patiently
for a table, a little spitfire in a yoga suit and bad perm marched in and demanded
that her party of six be seated at a table for 10, the only one big enough to
accommodate her group without waiting 15 minutes (just like we were). After some
intense metaphorical foot stomping, she convinced the manager and proudly took
her seat. As they passed us, we looked at
her embarrassed children and husband with pitiful looks.
Five minutes into our
15 minute wait, we were seated as well, with much less fanfare and no foot
stomping, and proceeded to enjoy a delightful but pricey dinner. We finished at
about the same time as Spitfire, but our bill was probably less and our children weren't embarrassed. Good times. Good times.