Last night, my friend Marianne and I went out to dinner. I had been wanting to try this newish pizza place next to Bashas' at Swan and Camp Lowell roads. We parked in front of another restaurant that looked closed. Here's our conversation:
M: What's this?
K: It's Bonsai, a Japanese restaurant.
M: Why is it so dark inside? It looks closed.
K: It's black and blue inside.
We walked over to Vero Amore, which was naturally lit and very Calif-like with an industrial-chic look and had an awesomely delicious dinner with excellent service, fresh ingredients and extremely reasonable prices.
On the way back to our car, Marianne expressed an interest into looking inside Bonsai. We walked over to one door and the sign read: Please use other door. So we walked over to the other door and the sign read: Please use other door. At that point I thought we were on Candid Camera.
Putting our heads against the black window, we peered inside and saw people at the sushi bar (staring back at us), so they must've figured which door to enter.
Feeling pleasantly buzzed from the wine and satiated from our pizza experience, we decided to ignore the door dilemma and left.
Moral of the story: Who cares?
