Had some amazing yakitori at the never-disappointing Oh! Taisho! on St. Mark. Tried to convince Kohei to have a bit of the takoyaki but he wouldn't have it. No one even wanted to try the chicken hearts. I asked but all I got were worried looks and 'no thanks.'

Kohei and I can't seem to stop reading each other's minds. It's weird. What if those 'moments' happen during very dramatic moments in our lives? Like, I wouldn't want him to know my worse "Number 2" days -- get my drift?

Well anyway, the waitress was cute, as always.