Birthday Bash

So my son recently entered teenagerhood with big ole #13. Since he loves hibachi we went to the original (?) Gasho in Central Valley. I'm not sure if it really is the original but I remember going there as a kid so at least I know it's old.

Ahem, anyway they do a birthday song for the honoree and the kimono-ed waitress comes out with a large pink hammer and bops you on the head while everyone sings. Some sort of good luck eastern thing I guess.


I was tempted to sneak the hammer out under my coat but I restrained myself.