On Sunday, Mr. kenju and I went to Zyng Asian Grill for dinner. We had meant to go to a seafood restaurant, but as I drove into the parking lot, we noticed about 200 people milling about outside the door, in addition to the probable 100 more in the lobby. I hightailed it out of there pretty fast. Mr. kenju does not cotton to waiting in line for food, no matter how good it is. We decided we could go there sometime when it is not a holiday (although everytime I have been to that place, it has been crowded, and it seats about 300 people at a time!).
Zyng, just down the road at Brier Creek, had very few people, so we got seated immediately and served quickly. I had ginger chicken, which was excellent, steamed veggies which were flavorful and tender (but not overdone) and sticky rice. I call it that because I am able to eat it with chopsticks since it sticks together.
Today, I had scheduled a hot oil ginger massage. See the trend? I now smell like hot gingerale (or maybe hot ginger chicken....lol!) My kids gave me a gift card for a local spa for a massage and facial, and I split them up on different days, so as to prolong the pleasure. I had not had the hot oil massage before, but I will add it to my must do list at least once a year. The hot oil smells wonderful, feels great on your skin and makes it look twenty years younger! Too bad that attribute won't last longer than the next shower. Woe is me!