So the other day the family and I had lunch at Stix, a local Japanese steakhouse. One of those hibachi grill, take out a loan to eat dinner places. Lunch is reasonable so it is a family favorite. We got our regular to go plates at the end; my steak and rice with a side of ginger sauce and Mandys chicken and rice with a side of the mustard sauce (the stuff they pour into the fried rice). I ate my meal last night and brought hers to work for dinner tonight. I poured the mustard sauce over the dish, mixed, and dug in. Here is the neat thing about Stix, they are a Japanese/Chinese restaurant. One side is Hibachi, the other side is the regular casual dining Chinese food. The Chinese food that includes egg rolls. If youve ever had egg rolls in the restaurant then you know about the mustard. The a colony of piss ants have moved into your sinus cavity and decided that your nerve endings and eye balls need to be attacked relentlessly with the fervor of Hitler with a microphone mustard. Not that weak junk in the clear packets, that is for baby bottles. The real come to Jesus stuff. They have it at Stix. I got it in Mandys meal. I poured about two tablespoons into a cup of rice, unknowingly. I didnt give up though! I ate it all, because that is what real men do, they cry like babies while eating dinner.
Posted on: Fri, 03 Oct 2014 03:28:49 +0000
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