proof that if you enter a restaurant and no one else is there you should turn around and walk back out (aka: attack of the world's smallest portions!)

After taking in the view from Mori Tower it was time to find some supper. Chaz and I had eaten lunch at this great tex-mex restaurant earlier in the day that we wanted to hit again, so we dragged X-tina there. Once we got there we decided to see if any nearby restaurants were cheaper, so we crossed the street to check out an Italian place. While we were checking out the menu posted outside we were approached by a girl from the Korean restaurant next door and she won our business by showing us how cheap their menu was (damn us for being so cheap!). When we entered the restaurant we saw that there was no one else there. Of course we all instantly thought this was a bad sign, but it was too late to turn back. We had committed. So we ordered a few dishes off the menu and waited in anticipation to feed our bellies.

One great thing about this restaurant was the service. There were 4 (yes, that's right, FOUR) people working in this tiny, empty restaurant. Two were working in the kitchen, one ventured outside from time to time to try and bring in customers, and one's job was apparently just to stand. You probably think I'm joking, but I'm really not. I don't think I saw him move the whole time we were there, and if he did move, it certainly wasn't to wait on us, cook our food, or make our time at the restaurant more enjoyable in any way, shape, or form. Now you might think that having more staff than customers would mean there was some seriously amazing service going on. Sadly, this was not the case. We waited what seemed like forever for our food and they only cooked one dish at a time, despite the fact that there were two people working in the kitchen. We also had to ask for a pitcher of water because none of the staff seemed to notice when we emptied our tiny glasses (further proof that the guy whose job it was to stand didn't do anything...he stared at us the whole time but never seemed to notice--or maybe care?--when we needed more to drink).

Another great thing about this restaurant was the portion sizes. You know, I never thought I would feel ripped off paying 300 yen (approx. $3 US) for a dish no matter how much food I got, but I can honestly say that I feel like we got ripped off here. Seriously, just look at the above picture of X-tina holding the noodles. While it might look like we had all eaten some noodles and then taken that picture, don't be fooled, that's exactly how they were served to us. I mean, really, I've sneezed up more noodles than that!! And it's not like the food was so insanely good that the deliciousness of the food distracted you from the fact that there was so little of it in the dish. No, all we could think about was how little food they were serving us.

So after they finally brought us each of the dishes we had ordered (one at a time, of course) we realized that we would have to order everything on the menu five times in order to even kind of feel slightly satisfied, so we decided to move across the street to tex-mex it up. And, of course, wackiness ensued (see pictures below).

The moral of the story: You get what you pay for.