Kabuki dance at an Indian restaurant

Last week one evening, D. was completely obsessed with Indian food. He loves it and we usually eat at Tandoor Oven in NYC, but he had recently had a restaurant tip for Star of India in Kenilworth and we decided to go to an early dinner. We arrived before 6 p.m. and the place was empty except for a bizarre grouping of people. The owners and their family members and staff, all Indian, watching, helping, and directing, two young Hispanic men, trying to take down old dirty drapes and hang new clean ones for mother's day events they were hosting. We sat down in the back away from the goings on, and ordered what turned out to be an above average meal. D. had his back to the crowd in the front while I sat and watched, as people walked back and forth with curtain rods and much dialogue ensued between and among them all. It was an odd stylized Kabuki dance, as the two men conversed in Spanish, the Indians conversed in Hindi, and then they tried to mutually communicate in English to discuss the drapes and how they were being hung. Fascinating and entertaining unintended people watching. D. is now obsessed with the term Kabuki dance and how to use it, rather than just Indian food.