Chibitini
Chibitini is a small Japanese restaurant just a few twists and turns outside of the F train along the streets of the Lower East Side. I met my friend here for dinner last Thursday night. The wind was chilly that night, and there was supposed to be a snow storm coming in really late. This must have been the restaurant's excuse for having almost an empty house.
The place was cute and warm, though. My friend and I started out with a couple of drinks. She ordered the house specialty, aka "the Chibitini", and I ordered a Sake Royal, a combination of sparkling sake and Chambord. My drink was good, but I liked her drink better. It had a strong plum wine taste to it and was sweet. Later, I tried to order a Chibitini, and they ran out. Grrr! How do you run out of a drink when there's no one else in the restaurant? I ordered a plum wine instead.
Instead of ordering our own bento boxes, we decided to order a bunch of small plates, including salmon hand rolls (mmm!), a plate full of "Japanese delicacies" (a sampler of Japanese style small bites), duck ginger dumplings and shrimp dumplings. We talked, ate slowly and had a good time.
About halfway through our meal, something started stroking my leg.
My thought bubble: She must be shifting her legs. For a place that's not too crowded, these tables don't have a whole lot of leg room. I'll move...Nope, still stroking. That's strange. Whatever, just keep eating and moving your legs away.
My Friend's thought bubble: The hell's going on under there? Why is she stroking my legs?!
My friend peeked under the table and found Chibi, the restaurant's pitbull/mascot, rubbing it's cute, but chubby self across both our legs as he criss crossed around under the table.
We ended the night with a dessert of apple and chocolate dumplings with grapefruit sorbet. Mmm!
The place was cute and warm, though. My friend and I started out with a couple of drinks. She ordered the house specialty, aka "the Chibitini", and I ordered a Sake Royal, a combination of sparkling sake and Chambord. My drink was good, but I liked her drink better. It had a strong plum wine taste to it and was sweet. Later, I tried to order a Chibitini, and they ran out. Grrr! How do you run out of a drink when there's no one else in the restaurant? I ordered a plum wine instead.
Instead of ordering our own bento boxes, we decided to order a bunch of small plates, including salmon hand rolls (mmm!), a plate full of "Japanese delicacies" (a sampler of Japanese style small bites), duck ginger dumplings and shrimp dumplings. We talked, ate slowly and had a good time.
About halfway through our meal, something started stroking my leg.
My thought bubble: She must be shifting her legs. For a place that's not too crowded, these tables don't have a whole lot of leg room. I'll move...Nope, still stroking. That's strange. Whatever, just keep eating and moving your legs away.
My Friend's thought bubble: The hell's going on under there? Why is she stroking my legs?!
My friend peeked under the table and found Chibi, the restaurant's pitbull/mascot, rubbing it's cute, but chubby self across both our legs as he criss crossed around under the table.
We ended the night with a dessert of apple and chocolate dumplings with grapefruit sorbet. Mmm!
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