Happy Birthday Dad!

A little over two months ago, Dad just turned old! By old, I mean one year older than he is now. Knowing Dad, he just spent his birthday just sleeping then going out for dinner. Dad and I are usually the night owls in the family anyways. The night before his birthday, he went to the bar as usual to play pool, where his pool buddies surprised him with, flowers and a big old bottle of champagne. Since that idiot Rudy ruined Dad's no drinking rule, and since it's a special birthday for Dad, he drank like a small cup of champagne that he shared with his friends. I'm glad that he and a bunch of people split the champagne because I would prefer to have a Dad who is like 99% alcohol free.

I am not sure what Dad did for his birthday during the day. But since my mom had the day off, they probably spent the day shopping for groceries in Chinatown because that's what Asian parents do when they have the day to themselves. Haha. So I did spend some time on my Dad's birthday just going to dinner.  For reasons I still can't figure out, Dad wanted to go to Olive Garden for dinner. Maybe it's because he is an Asian dad that I think it's totally weird that he wanted to try to eat at Olive Garden. Don't you guys feel weird about that? While we were waiting for our table, Dad and Mom looked over the menu and their eyes grew three times wider when they saw the prices for just one dish. Dad said, "7.99 for one piece of cake? What?" In Dad's mind, if the dessert is expensive, then the food will be even more expensive. Being the polite person my Dad has always told me to be, we told the waiter that we were sorry and we had to leave.

Our new destination was this cute little place in Westlake in Daly City called, Little Fire Hot Pot. If you guys want to try it out, be my guest because Dad, Mom and I approve of that place. It doesn't really matter if I approve because I like food, but trust me, if Dad approves, then you will like the place. Once I update it, I will have a separate post of the restaurant and post a link at the end of this post if you want to see a detailed review of the place.

This restaurant was really nice because each person got their own individual pot with their own choice of soup. Dad was quite pleased about that because the food was neatly arranged on the plate and we ate  until we could not eat anymore. And Dad being the parent that he always was and will be, he was the designated trash can. By the end of the dinner, we had about two and a half plates of meat leftover. LOL