I took my clan out to Aya Sushi, in San Carlos, braving the rain-slicked 101 traffic on a Saturday night, but knew from my last visit that it would be worth surviving the dozens of weaving Mario Andretti wannabes.
We pulled off 101 and onto Holly, through the small residential strip, and right into the parking lot without any difficulty. The first thing that hit me was the availability of parking... During the prime dinner time slot. I shrugged it off and enjoyed getting a prime slot. As I shuttled Spawn and family forward, I noticed that only a portion of the restaurant was occupied. I was getting nervous, and voiced my concerns to SWMBO. She reminded me of our last visit and the quality of the food. I quelled any further anxiety and opened the door.
"You sit here." I looked at the table. Dirty top. Menus stacked on it. By the station.
"Uh. No. That wouldn't be my first choice. How about in there?" I asked pointing to the tables in the empty side room.
"No. Those for large group. You wait."
"Okay. That'd be fine. We'll wait for a better seat."
And so we waited.
Aya has a saltwater tank with several "Dory's" and puffers. SWMBO, Spawn, and Daughter-unit Alpha stood quietly watching the dozen fish swim back and forth. Daughter-unit Beta and I talked soccer.
And we waited.
I caught the hostess' attention and asked if we could move three of the five dueces in the middle together.
"No. Those for real customers."
I never had to say a word. My family never looked back as we walked back out to the lot. Twit has no idea how much she cost the restaurant last night. But I plan on making it known to her boss. I'm glad they put business cards out.
We ended up at Naomi's in Menlo Park. Better food, sterling service, and well-worth any effort to get there on my part.
Avoid Aya Sushi (unless you prefer abuse.)
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