WE now have two teenagers. Those of you who have read my family saga for several years will be no doubt thinking the same as us – where did the time go?
And we’re also thinking: why can’t we understand a word they are saying? And why won’t they pick up the things they drop all over the floor?
And my, how the tastes of teens have changed. For his birthday ‘treat’ he asked to go to Yo Sushi. Yes, a sushi bar, with a moving conveyer belt of mini dishes rolling past. A potential disaster with children, as you are charged for the plates you’ve picked.
I had visions of them all grabbing, sticking their fingers in or sniffing, and turning their noses up. Instead they were all fabulously behaved, perched on high stools, eating far more adventurously than expected and having a great time.
I’d highly recommend it just for the fun, although beware the bill – all those fun little dishes are colour coded, and while they all cost between £1.80 and £5, that deliciousness adds up. Limit your pinks and greys!
Oh, and the kids loved the dessert plate called dorayaki, but all hated the pink Mochi. It made a welcome change to one of many Pizza Hut visits.
The nearest Yo Sushi is in Milton Keynes. Perhaps we could get one closer to home . . ?