I don’t think Lindsay or I had eaten at Outback since the Clinton administration until tonight. We just couldn’t help ourselves. Chalk it up as our way of celebrating becoming an aunt and uncle. After eating at our favorite Korean restaurant last night, we decided to opt out of sitting on the floor without our shoes while downing kimchi and rice. Instead we spent a little extra for a couple of pastas that tasted like home. It really felt like home in the restaurant. American hip-hop playing in the background, waitresses named Ann. To make it even more strange the restaurant smelled just like Sam Kirby’s home in Martinsville. I cannot explain it. The Kirby’s weren’t big steak eaters or part Korean and as far as I know the restaurant didn’t have a King Charles Spaniel running around. It was just one of those strange things.
Instead of blabbing about it, I’ll let Lindsay take you on a tour of the joint. But you are going to have to wait as we are having trouble uploading videos. Though I will tell you they had napkins, wine by the glass and seats. All rare items in a typical Korean restaurant. It was globalism at its best. Stay tuned for video footage.