When our friend suggested that we have coffee together yesterday evening, we jumped at the offer. Later, since we were a bit hungry, we told him that we could shelve the coffee plans and have an early dinner at Kobe Sizzlers instead. He agreed. We also made sure that since we had planned the impromptu dinner, the bill was upon us. Our friend disagreed and we argued a lot before entering the restaurant. We ordered a few sizzlers, grilled chicken and drinks and all went on well. Like always, the sizzlers were sizzling and tasted good. A single sizzler portion is too much for a person, and we had to really struggle hard to polish it off.

Once done, with no mood and no space to have desserts, we were awaiting the bill. After a while, the waiter came with a bill-folder-like-thing, and soon my wife and our friend, who were sitting close to the waiter, jumped from their seats and tried to pull the bill-folder-like-thing from waiter’s hand. The startled waiter tried hard to escape from their clutches. They wouldn’t relent. Sick and tired, he gave up after a while and pleaded, “Sir, this is the menu.” He had come back to check whether we would be interested in desserts after the main course. That’s it. We burst into peals of laughter and couldn’t stop laughing for nearly five minutes. Even now, while writing this post, I am in splits. I can’t forget the facial expression of the waiter at that moment. It is a different story that our friend barged into the cash counter and paid the bill.