Unfiltered Story #300975

About a decade or so ago, my small hometown has a small Japanese sushi restaurant pop up and we quickly become staunch regulars. The owner and the chef she hired quickly begin to experiment and start creating some unique specialty rolls, most of which are only initially shown on handwritten paper notes in table tents. Naturally, I fall in love with one of these rolls.

Eventually, the restaurant redoes its menu and adds most of these specialty rolls to them; however, my favorite roll isn’t one of them! Due to how they do their menus and the chaoticness that was how they initially advertised those rolls, my parents and I shrug it off as a typo and just start writing the roll’s name in, and it still gets served to us without any issues.

Fast-forward to now, I’m eating at the place for the first time in nearly a year due to being away for college and we get assigned a waiter that had been hired during that time. When we give him our written-in menu, he does a double-take at the roll I wrote in.

Waiter: “What roll is this? Did you misspell it?”

Me: “It’s [Roll]? I always get it whenever I come in.”

Waiter: “I’ve never heard of that one before, I’ll have to ask how to add that in…”

He eventually comes back to let us know he got it added and we eventually get our food. This is when things get even more interesting: the owner swings by our table to say hello when she stops and looks at my roll.

Owner: “[My Name], what roll is that?”

Me: “[Roll]?”

Owner: “…Huh, we haven’t served that in years now. I assume you write it in, yes? I’m surprised [Chef] still remembers how to make it!”

Dad: “Well, that explains our waiter’s reaction earlier. We always thought it was left off the menu by accident.”

Owner: “No, it just wasn’t very popular so we decided to leave it off. I’m sure [My Name] is the only one who ever still orders it.”

Oops?