Um, no thank you.
I mean, I get that this place caters to big groups/bday parties and drunk people (true story) in the spirit of Benihana, but the hootin' and hollerin' coupled with bad service was too much for us. Since it was just the 2 of us, it seemed we werent as important as the bachelorette party next door. Pat ordered a Kirin that never came and the salmon dinner for two consisted of two sad slabs of pre-frozen salmon and cheap fried rice--the kind that has peas, corn and carrot squares in it. We left sans beer and ended up stopping at Chaya in Squirrel Hill in order to erase the awful memory of our dining experience.