George had never been to a Japanese steak house before and he’d always wanted to go to one. He thought it would be exciting to sit at a teppanyaki table and watch a skilled Japanese chef dazzle the guests with his skills.
Sadly, the only such restaurant in his small town had been closed since March of 2020 due to the pandemic lockdown. But he read in the local paper that the town’s Japanese steak house had just reopened after his local town council had lifted restrictions on the wearing of face masks at restaurants and other indoor venues. George decided that this was his chance to get the full experience.
He arrived at the restaurant and was surprised that it was close to empty. There was only one other party there, a young couple and their six year old son. For safety reasons, George was seated at one end of the large table and the small family at the other end.
The chef came out and began doing his thing and the young boy was squealing with delight, while his parents were encouraging him with their fake, exaggerated excitement.
George, however, sat at the end of the table with a totally bored expression on his face. He hadn’t had even a morsel of food yet, but he couldn’t hide his disappointment at what was happening. This guy must be an apprentice chef, he thought. But George was here, so he might as well stay and experience his first — and probably his last — meal at teppanyaki restaurant.
Written for Cyranny’s One-Minute Fiction prompt. Photo credit: Cyranny. Also for Ragtag Daily Prompt (apprentice).
Confession: it took me about eight minutes to write and post this. I’m using an iPhone, for crissake. It takes a lot longer to tap out a post on an iPhone than it does typing one on a full-sized keyboard. But I’m still in bed, so cut me some slack. And, for what it’s worth, I enjoy dining at Japanese steak houses, even though it’s probably been five or so years since I was last at one.