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| - I actually had to see how the laundry turned out before writing this review... more on that later.
We had eaten here years previously, when it was awesome and known as the "Ah-So Steakhouse" and also a few times under the Hyakumi name. Honestly, the quality has continuously deteriorated over the years, but it has always been 'pretty good' and they have a niche. They are the only teppanyaki type place (I know of) that has private tables where you can have a nice dinner, prepared teppan style, and not have to sit with a bunch of sake swilling yokels from Tennessee.
Anyhow, we decided to give it another shot on this trip to Vegas, and that was an unfortunate decision.
First the food-- It was again "decent". But it was strange. Our starters of Miso Soup and the crab salad with cucumbers were excellent and the same as we have had before. The chef then arrived and in a matter of 5 minutes cooked EVERYTHING else. The "appetizer" shrimp were cooked at the same time as our lobster entree. The three shrimp each were not cut into little pieces like usual, but instead just lopped onto our plates. My dad tried his and said LOUDLY (since its my Dad) "these are really rubbery" to which the chef smiled. We each ate our three shrimp but they were rubbery and not very good. The chef again asked "how are the shrimp?" My Dad said "rubbery" and he must have thought that was a compliment because he just smiled.
The lobster, steak and a mix of mushrooms, zucchini and onions very quickly followed and poof, he was gone.
When we arrived we were seated at the teppan private table, but I had barely sat down when the hostess asked if we would mind moving to one of the 'group' tables. We refused since we prefer the privacy, had asked for it and been seated there. We theorized that because of this, they bumped the other reservation ahead an hour and rushed us out.
It seemed like whole courses were skipped, we saw others getting sprouts and we never did. Our dessert were these strange balls on the end of toothpicks instead of the standard ice cream.
AND, I save the worst for last. The chefs always must entertain, and that is fine. Even if its a Dad and a son and we've been there done that 100 times, I guess the old onion volcano thing never gets old. Except this time, he did the volcano (which involves pouring some kind of oil inside stacked onion slices and lighting it) and his onion stack was unstable. It collapsed and a bunch of hot grease came flying right at me. Some hit my bare arm and stung, but no major burns. Most of it just made grease drops on my nice polo shirt. The chef seemed nonplussed and asked if I was OK. I made a couple of comments about the grease stains on my shirt. No response. So at the end of the meal we mentioned it to the hostess who brought out the manager. This gal could have done a lot of things, but did none of them. She didn't offer anything except to bring in a security guard so we could file a report with risk management. I don't even know what that means!! They were worried about being sued maybe? In any case, a classy place at least discounts the $59 each we paid to cover the dry cleaning for the shirt... it had many many visible grease droplets on it. Her response was UNBELIEVABLE... and clinches that after many visits to this place, we will never return.
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