B is for....

....Bonsai Japanese Steakhouse. It was a restaurant I worked at for 2 years right before I left Missisippi for good. I was a hostess, which basically meant answering the phones, putting people on the waitlist, handling to-go orders, and shufflig people around into tables of 8, which was how many could be seated around each hibachi table. The restaurant was owned and run by a large Vietnamese family (13 brothers and sisters!),with a few Haitians and Mexicas working in the back as dishwashers and busboys, and a Chinese sushi chef. There were no Japanese people It was the most diverse place I've ever worked; almost everyone was literally family, and before each lunch and diner shift we'd eat a community meal together of Vietnamese home cooking. I learned to swear in Vietnamese. I ate so much sushi that now i can't stand the stuff AT ALL. The waitresses told me to call them Ji-[NAME], which was like calling them "older sister". I left the job when my morning sickness got too bad, and was constantly triggered by the smells from the hibachi tables.