11330 Santa Monica Blvd
(between Corinth and Sawtelle)
Los Angeles , CA 90025
I thought it was over with the de-briefing, but I was wrong. But now, Wedding Week, which extended long past the normal seven days, is finally over, I think. The wedding was in September. It is now October, so Wedding Week has to be over, right? God, I hope so. Especially since the Newlyweds are off to spend ten civilization-free days on the beaches of Tahiti.
What exactly the appeal of a place like Tahiti or any other warm, secluded, exotic beach destination for a honeymoon is, I am not quite sure. I suppose that after eight and a half non-stop months of identifying a venue, meeting with caterers, florists, photographers, tasting wedding cake, sending out invitations, dress squeezings, showers, parties, tying tiny chiffon bows, and the final week of out-of-town chaos right before, it’s nice to leave it all behind and decompress, totally unplugged. Well, shoot, the entire bridal party should go on a honeymoon!
But I wouldn’t pick Tahiti. It’s just so...remote. I might be abe to lay around the beach for a day, but then again, it’s no secret that I hate the beach. It’s sandy. If I have to lay around, I’d much rather lay by a pool, but even then, laying around is just so boring. I need to go somewhere that offers a beach (for everyone else), but has a lot more to see and do. And eat. I don’t know how I’d feel about eating $250 fish and fruit every day. (That’s what the travel agent told Mr. and Mrs.) I’d rather go somewhere like, hm, Greece. Or Brazil. Or Nepal. Good gracious, go on a W diet all year and blow it in 10 days on a honeymoon. Awesome.
But Mr. and Mrs. picked Tahiti, and we sent them off with a congratulatory bon voyage dinner at Nanbankan. It was just as delicious as the last time we went, but without the flashbulb fantasy. There were strangers (to me) eating with us, and I didn’t want to do anything to the Delicious Family reputation that I haven’t already done here. You know, like "Who's the weirdo hovering over the tebasaki wings with a camera?!"
Nanbankan’s menu is big, and though it felt like we had ordered two of each of everything, we probably didn’t even get through half the offerings. Jess had to have her sauteed mushrooms, Jenn had to have the seabass, and there were tsukune – perfect ping pong balls of ground chicken. We ordered those several times throughout the course of our meal. And of course, there were quail eggs, but I still didn’t eat them. Next time someone gets married, I swear I’ll try them. *crosses heart* LOL!
Maybe Wedding Week really isn’t over because right after dinner, I was SuperShuttle yet again. They handed me their return flight information at the curb in front of Tom Bradley just before slamming the doors shut, thanking me for dinner, and waving their passports good-bye. “We’ll see you in ten days!”
Yay, I can't wait.