The Birthday Dinner with an extra art of cooking

Last night, Bernie invited her family for a birthday dinner. At this Japanese Teppanyaki restaurant that is owned by this Filipino guy who used to work at Manila Hotel with my Uncle.

The place was awesome.

And the chef was funny. He really knows how to entertain his guests.

The whole time we were clapping.

He was filipino too so he has the good old, filipino humour that we all know and love.

We were just in awe with how he turned cooking into an art.

It really was amazing.

This is a heart-shaped fried rice. How cute is it?

We all sang happy birthday and Bernie went and blew the candle that was sitting on the rice.

Don't spit on it, Jackie, her sister said.

But before all the teppanyaki debacle. I had to start with how our night started.

We arrived fifteen minutes late, but surprise surprise, we were the first ones there.

I knew we were having Japanese for dinner so I didn't eat all day.

Big mistakes. We had to wait for another half an hour because some of the guests arrived late.

So we had entrees.

And drinks while we wait for more people to come.

But of course, since we were starving, we managed to finish the food in less than two minutes.

The steamed dim sims and veggie tempura were gone in an instant.

And we were back to empty plates. And still waiting for guests.

So we wasted the time by taking tons of photos.

And I mean tons.

Then Bernie's family came and we ordered the food. I already knew what I was going to get. I was that hungry I knew Emmet's and Mum's orders off by heart.

While the chef did his thing, we did our own little thing.

And that means, take more photos.

My camera shy boyfriend turned into a big camera whore - like me.

I turned him into a camera whore. It's great!

And of course I'm being biased here, but he photographs well.

Another thing on list of what I love about him. So cute.

But I spread the whoring around not only to my boyfriend but also to my mum.

And Bernie and Dan.

I was trying to practice my photographic skills here. It didn't work.

The food was deliriously good.

And everybody was happy.

So happy that Emmet agreed to take a photo with my mum. I love this shot. The two people I love the most in one great photo.

Of course, these shots were great too.

But they only lived for twenty minutes.

Because after that, they were already in my tummy. Yummy!!

Emmet's way of saying, "yep, it's soo good.."

After dinner, I just had to take a photo with the chef.

I'm going back there next week. And I'm taking my camera whore boyfriend with me.