Judging my doggy bag

I am happy to be back in Iowa where service is leaps and bounds better than it is in the Emirates.

Mostly happy, that is.

I joined friends at the Sushi house. I'm not a sushi fan but ordered it anyway and choked down ate half the meal. I asked for a doggy bag to take the rest for my Dad to try. After I put the food in the container a waiter stopped, opened it, looked, shook his head and walked away.

I've never had my take home bag judged by a waiter. I can't say I appreciated it.