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On one hand, as an evolved human being, sensitive to racial and ethnic discrimination and stereotypes, I have a hard time with the obviously fake, exaggerated pidgeon English used as a point of humor by the hibachi chefs. On the other hand, hibachi is a hoot. The chefs are entertaining and amazingly talented and the food is good.
Mon cher chou and I took HRM Bonita the Great for her first hibachi experience. Since there were only three of us, they seated us with another family-- who turned out to be really nice and cool. Their little girls were celebrating their 6th birthdays. Luckily the chef appreciated the fact that he had a bunch of little kids at the table, so he toned down the racy language. I did catch an earful from a chef at a table of adults-- oh my!!! One chef was absolutly filthy!! (hee hee)
The show was the usual volcano onion, flaming sake grill, food catch, sake chug, egg spin and fancy knifework. All the little girls at the table were all giggling uncontrollably. The chef was very nice and very silly.
I had the ninja combo of steak and scallops. HRM had the chicken and Mon cher chou had the shrimp and chicken. It was all very juicy and nicely prepared. The veggies were perfectly crisp-tender. Mon cher chou and I shared a bottle of surprisingly good American sake. In addition you get a small salad, bowl of miso soup and shrimp appetizer. It was all very reasonably priced for the amount and quality of the food as well as the show.
There is a very elegant sushi bar with Japanese entrees available. I'll have to give that a go.
So should I feel guilty about having such a good time there? Or should I just shut up and eat my shrimp?
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