Dinner at Yokohama with the in-laws (which is a bogus term for them because they actually rock to have as borrowed family) was a nice long glance down the recession rabbit hole. When your favorite sushi spot is watering down soy sauce, cheaping out on chopsticks and padding on the rice to save on the sushi, you know things are bad. I almost stood up and yelled "April Fool's" when the waitress asked to pour water in Bobby's soda glass, but she was dead serious. we stopped at Cold Stone Creamery afterwards, and once we found out that the scooper's sing for tips, we emptied the last few bucks we had into their jar.
Mud Pie Mojo never tasted so good.