poopsy daisy

that's what happens when you go to hokusai in beverly hills and expect to have a decent experience. so here's the thing. i went once before with john and one of his clients. it was happy hour so all the appetizers were super cheap. i had shishito which are japanese sauteed peppers with rock salt. they were surprisingly tasty, although i thought they tasted more like okra then peppers- fine by me, i love some okra! and then i had these crab taco things, which totally underwhelmed me because it was just too, too much imitation crab and come on, nicki loves her crab, uh hem, real crab.

i mean it's your average sort of trendy japanese restaurant, right?

anjel went with me the second time on my suggestion. poopsy daisy. immediately i remembered the server from last time because he had forgotten my unagi, after being reminded still forgot and then when we asked for the check insisted on bringing it out and in a slap on the wrist kind of way still charged me for it, even though i told him not to bring it out we were ready to go. whatever. so here we are, me and anjel. innocents. some people know that i have experience with those who have substance abuse/dependence issues. i like to be their therapist, you know when i'm getting paid. i do not like, i repeat DO NOT LIKE it when they are my servers. he was so cracked out and speedy i could barely keep up. he was confusing and totally in my face. he wouldn't leave and kept "checking" in like we were buddies. ugh. the food was okay, but because he sucked so bad and overcharged anjel on her drink i changed my mind and decided the food was not so good. although actually i did like the calamari.
the best part of the evening was when anjel tripped on her own ankle and collapsed in the ditch between the sidewalk and my car. oh that was good! i laughed and laughed and couldn't even help her up because i was laughing so hard i almost threw up my teriyaki chicken.