My birthday was last week, and Dave took me to a hibachi style restaurant in Southside (Namaka). When I sat down, I knew that the other man at the table was a famous athlete, but I had no clue who he was. I guessed that he was on the Steelers, and my guess was confirmed when he went to the restroom and the Pittsburgers near us were talking about our table-mate James Harrison.
The meal was just as good/bad as any other hibachi restaurant, and the service was incredibly slow. Refills on drinks only happened after Dave literally chased down the waiter. And, to demonstrate that it doesn’t matter who you are or how much you make, James never received his dinner. But, I did get to bang on the gong at the end of the night.