When we came in, the place was packed full of coupon procrastinators, so we took the one table left. The Chicago Bulls game was on, so the hostess asked if both of us wanted to sit on the side facing the television. We both thought that would look . . . funny, so Choo-Choo conceded that spot to me since he is more of a Boston fan and not big on the NBA.
Looking over the menu, the option that made the most sense was to get a "boat" of various sushi for a set and very reasonable price. Of the three boats, of course the "Love Boat" was the best option. When we ordered, Choo-choo asked in his thick Asian/Boston accent, "The Love Boat isn't 'hawt-shaped, is it?"
|Behold! The Gayflower|
Turns out it was shaped like a regular old big boat, like the Mayflower, and it was full of delicious sushi. Conversation included Brazilian Ju-Jitsu, an upcoming bachelor party we are attending, 1980's thrash metal, and nothing at all gay. I swear.
Do any of you men have much experience dining with other men or know two men who do?