I'll Have Some Hibachi, With a Side Order of a WHOPPING Headache!

We should have known better, we really should have. You just don't go to a Hibachi restaurant in Highlands Ranch on a weekday, and think you're going to have a quiet, relaxing and enjoyable meal. But, we didn't think it through and were enticed by thoughts of meat and seafood being deliciously grilled up right before us. So, my mom and I found ourselves in one of the many grille rooms at the newly opened Miyama of Colorado restaurant just last night, sitting amongst a group of strangers. And children, many children. I like kids, don't get me wrong. They're fine. I was once one myself, so who am I to be a hater. But what I'd really like to know is: when did they become so rude??

To our right, a family with 4 kids, ranging in age from I'd say 12 to 20. The oldest boy stuck around long enough to eat some sushi and take off. The youngest girl spent the majority of her time on her phone, texting away and showing off idiotic pictures, and wearing more makeup than I own. If you know me, you know that that is a lot of makeup. She was probably 14. There was no conversation amongst them. I always thought that's what a family dinner was for. You talk, catch up on the day, and if you were in high school, try not to say something that will come back to haunt you. That was definitely not the case with this family. I'm inclined to say that their mom simply didn't want to cook, doesn't cook very often, and eating out at restaurants is their escape from having a conversation in a quiet home setting. And that's fine. But really, some manners from your children. Recommend that they actually use their napkin, say please and thank you, and treat the other diners with some respect. We were not so lucky.

Ah yes, and then to my left. A chubby little 4 or so year old girl, dining with her grandmother- who used baby voice the whole time- and the rest of her extended family. They were there for a birthday dinner. Lucky us. This includes additional banging on drums, plus a chef who felt inclined to really wail on the metal shelf in front of the grill with his fork and spatula. He went to town on that sucker. That's when my mom's headache began. Anyway, the girl was next to me. Thank god for that, because who knows what my mom would have done to the little twit. She kicked my chair, had her crap all up near my food, and showered from her water glass. Yes, that's right. Her grandmother allowed her to put both hands into her water glass and splash her entire head down. Ugh! Why?? I'd like to say that I left the restaurant and did nothing, but I'm not that nice of a person. I gave dirty looks during the meal to indicate I wasn't a fan, but grandma wasn't catching on. So, when we got up to leave, just as the birthday drummers came storming in, I pushed my chair back in towards that table, and nailed the little girl's chair. She almost fell off, but hung on. I felt better. I never said I was fully mature.

Oh yeah, and the food! It was actually really good. The veggies were yummy, and my Prawns and Scallops were delicious. My mom had a steak and it was really good. Perfect amount of seasoning. The dressing on the salad had a bit too much acid in it, but otherwise, I'd say it was a really good meal. I'd definitely go back. Only next time, I'm bringing enough people with me to fill that table. I want to know who I'm dining with and avoid taking my anger out on some chubby blond kid who will probably grow up to be a demanding, texting-during-dinner, wearing-too-much-make-up brat. Some things in Highlands Ranch are just inevitable.

I have now finished complaining and will attempt to become a more mature, child-loving adult. Hmmm, maybe not.