WARNING: Star Wars spoilers ahead.

The best part about “Star Wars” is bee bong.

I’m not talking about BB-8, the lovable droid that plays such a big role in the movie. No, this is about noodles and chopsticks. It’s what came after “Star Wars.”

As soon as the movie made its debut and box office sales soared to hit new records, Ted was saying we should take the family to the show. He remembered being taken to see the first “Star Wars,” and now we would be taking his twin daughters to “Star Wars.” I was ready, but nearly not as prepared as Ted and my daughter-in-law Erica. They’re both lawyers, which may explain their attention to detail and planning things out.

“You know it’s likely to be packed,” Ted cautioned when I suggested we see the movie Saturday. Erica was online that night to check out show times, only to discover they wouldn’t be posted for at least another day. By Thursday, she had the times and thought a 3:35 showing would be good.

“We’ll be going by earlier in the day, so we’ll get the tickets,” Ted said. That was fine by me, although I had this vision of hoards in the Showcase lobby and a line snaking out into the parking lot. Even if we had tickets, I was beginning to think we’d be lucky to get squeezed in with the screen inches from our noses.

“Better get there early,” Ted advised. That seemed prudent, so we agreed to meet about 3:15 and take our chances with the lines.

I wasn’t prepared for what I found.

I knew we had over-thought it all when I pulled into the parking lot and was able to find a spot not all that far from the lobby doors.

“Peppy, Peppy,” Sydney shouted, “we’re over here.”

She and her sister, Alex, and Erica were standing sentinel outside the theater entrance. They had my ticket. Ted was already inside and was holding down prime seats right in the middle of the theater. We found him right away, as there were barely 60 people in the place. He held a giant-sized bag of popcorn and was already munching away. The girls didn’t want to be left out. They needn’t have feared. Ted had filled smaller bags and passed them around.

“I’ve got sweets,” announced Erica opening her purse and pulling out plastic bags filled with chocolate-covered raisins and gummy fish. She waved the treats, but the twins were seriously working on their popcorn between slurping on their water bottles. It’s been a long time since I’ve been to the movies with kids, and had forgotten the experience is as much about eating, as it is the show. Reminders popped on the screen about silencing your cell phone and not doing silly things like taking selfies during the movie. Then came the notice to be sure to return the 3-D glasses upon leaving.

“This isn’t 3-D?” asked Erica. We looked around us. No one was wearing 3-D glasses, yet obviously the previews being shown were in 3-D.

“I’m going to find out,” announced Erica leaving her seat.

“They’re going to fix it,” she announced triumphantly on her return. The screen went blank. We all dug deeper into our popcorn. I learned from Sydney that some kids in her class had stayed up well beyond midnight to be among the first to see “The Force Awakens.” She knew the names of the characters and the story line. I got my briefing before a rerun of the previews, only this time they weren’t double images.

Then came the featured attraction and the lights dimmed.

I looked over at the girls during the show, their faces reflected in the flashing action of galactic wars. They were curled in their seats, absent-mindedly reaching into their bags for popcorn. And when the theater lights brightened there was a smattering of applause. Everyone loved it. The twins questioned whether Han Solo was really dead, and what might happen next. There’s a future. There will be another generation of “Star Wars” devotees.

But even after all that popcorn, food – or rather, dinner – took priority. We agreed to meet at Red Rice on Route 2 near the Warwick Mall. I called Carol, who hadn’t come along for the movie and would meet us there. I should have let Ted and Erica do the planning. The place was packed, a far stretch from my first visit when we had a choice of tables.

But there wasn’t a wait, and soon the twins were questioning what was on the menu. Chopsticks arrived, and a bowl of edamame. The green pods flipped across the table as the girls attempted to hold them. Heads disappeared beneath the table and at one point Sydney appeared with the chopsticks held between her gums and teeth like fangs. Not to be outdone, Alex gave her rendition of the fanged lady.

Plates of noodles, rice, and stir-fried veggies arrived. Chopsticks crisscrossed. It could have been a scene from the cantina with grunts, slurping, and Ted proclaiming his extra spicy satay noodles were perfect, although his face was a bright red and his water glass needed constant refilling.

I went for bee bong.

“Peppy, can I try it?”

I spun the white noodles on my chopsticks and deposited them and some lettuce on Alex’s plate. Sydney picked up some from there. There were smiles. They liked it, but maybe not as much as popcorn and I suspect in years to come BB-8, not bee bong, will be what they remember from their first “Star Wars” adventure.

Or maybe it will be the surprise as we rose from the table and prepared to leave.

Red Rice owner Leang Hong motioned for us to sit – there would be chocolate ice cream. Scoops with ears and faces looking like brown bears arrived for the girls along with green tea ice cream for the adults. Everybody tried a bit of everything. It was an adventure. That’s what’s fun about grandchildren.