A cultural experience

The other day when we were on our way back from Los Angeles the HyWy, her brother, and I met her second cousin and his wife at a restaurant in Sunnyvale.  Now this was a true cultural experience.  This restaurant was some sort of cultural anomaly where different aspects of different cultures existed though not exactly in harmony.  Upon entering the restaurant on the right side there was what could GENEROUSLY be described as a playpen, but in most people's perspective it would be a wooden jail.  Imagine a small 3ft by 8ft rectangular space with wooden bars preventing kids from escaping.  The inside of this wooden jail was filled with all manner of random toys.  As a child I would look longingly at the play area in a McDonald's and it is safe to say that any child that comes to this restaurant looks on in fear as they are banished to the wooden jail.  From there we sat down and waited for the rest of our party to join us.  After a few minutes I realized I was having flashbacks of smokey dance clubs,  I was holding my chai as though it was a vodka and sprite, and unknowingly I was bobbing my head.  Alas not only were we in a suburban Indian snack restaurant frequented by families, but if you closed your eyes you were 21 in a hip hop dance club checking out members of the opposite sex while trying to look cool holding your horrible tasting adult beverage.  You might wonder how they managed to transport us back to a time so long ago.  The key was the music.  No we weren't bumpin' to the oldies.  Rather we were bumpin' to the latest reggaeton mixes from Pitbull (for those that don't know he's as unruly as his name suggests).  Pitbull's lyrics are not family friendly, but they are under the radar enough that to unsuspecting aunties and uncles he comes across as that "funny sounding doggy rapper...no not that Snoopy man...the other one." For maximum effect repeat the part in quotes in your best Indian accent.  Once our waiter arrived he took our order on an iPad, which they even used to run our credit card.  The restaurant had an app for ordering, tracking, and payment all on one iPad.  Lastly, I think that they must have spent all their money on their fancy wooden jail and iPad ordering system, because the lighting was literally falling off the wall.  A whole number of sad looking tube lights clung to the wall like rock climbers hanging off of Half Dome.  So there you have our Sunnyvale cultural experience.  I encourage anyone who happens to be in the area (Joker and Mrs. Joker) to stop by.