I think so. Look how happy I am!
While I suppose this technically counts as eating out, the processes involved are pretty similar to cooking at home. You choose the restaurant and dishes like you would go grocery shopping and then basically cook your meal at the table.
As far as happiness goes, there’s less sense of giving, in that everyone kind of jumps in to cook and ends up handing over the cash in the end. However, feelings of comradery and exploration are greater as you discover the new flavours and realise how very Anglo you are in the face of all those spices.
I left feeling very happy indeed as the evening was a lovely social occasion, there was no clean up and we were returning to ice-cream.
—– Shout out to old mate John and his fam for the best chicken in Australia and the terrifying Korean spirits —–