Did he just pee on the vegetables?
One of my brothers called me yesterday afternoon to tell me that we were all going out to dinner, to have one last time that the entire family was together before my youngest brother went back to base. So we all went to Ikko, a hibachi style steak and sushi restaurant. I wasn’t thrilled about going because that’s really not my style, but off we went. Now, let me tell you about the meal. That’s what you’re all dying to hear about, isn’t it?
I ordered ice water. My hubby requested hot tea. He was served something that I can only say looked clear and had the teeniest hint of yellow. Think of the color of chicken broth, lemonade, apple juice or a urine sample but with almost no yellow. He had a sip and said something about the taste. I thought he meant it didn’t taste good. He had me try it and guess what, it had absolutely no taste. I decided he’d been served warm water.
A young woman came out to take the orders. There were thirteen of us at our table, my whole family. After asking a few questions about the menu for myself and my son, I ordered the hibachi chicken and requested no vegetables. I was going to share mine with my youngest. My oldest son ordered hibachi chicken and steak. I think it was swordfish that my hubby ordered. At this point my middle younger brother popped a bottle of champagne and my Mom made a toast.
A few minutes later two men wheeling large carts came out to our table. From one of the shelves they each got out these locked cases. Everything looked so specialized and secure I thought surely these must be special plasma cutting tools or rare gems or something. But it turned out they merely contained a spatula, a fork and two knives. A bit of a letdown. Our chefs had arrived.
It was time to light the grill. Now we’d chosen the middle seats between the two grills so that my youngest would have no opportunity to touch the grill and possibly burn himself. The chef on my right lit the grill and I swear I felt my eyebrows get warm. Hubby said I looked like I was going to come right out of my seat at that point. My youngest hid his head in my lap. And then they started cooking. I don’t know if you’ve ever been to a hibachi style restaurant, but they don’t just cook in front of you, they put on a little show. Kind of like chefs gone wild meets the the circus juggler meets the carnival knife thrower. Both chefs put eggs, still in the shell, onto the spatula and started flipping and spinning them around in the air. the last spin the eggs came down onto the fork, cracking the shell. They cooked the egg with the rice and served us the rice, then they started cooking noodles. I was unclear if I should eat my rice while it was hot or wait. I was three forkfuls into the rice when the noodles were served. At this point the men stacked onions onto each other and my middle younger brother smiled and said “volcano”. The chefs took out this container that looked like a Fisher Price little people person and when they squeezed it liquid came squirting out and it looked like the thing was peeing on the onions and flame came out of the center of the onions. I got as far as asking my hubby “did they just” and he answered yes they had. It was at this point that chef on my right started tossing pieces of vegetables across the table, trying several times to land one in my older son’s mouth. Now that was funny. A minute later the chef on my left was trying to toss food into everyone on that side of the table’s mouth. He got it into my youngest brothers twice. He missed my middle younger brother once. he tried to get it into my middle younger brother’s girlfriend’s mouth and as a reflex she swatted it away and it flew across the grill and hit the chef. That cracked us all up. Out of nowhere appeared the meats, poultry and fish. They grilled them fairly quickly and served them in bite sized chunks according to what we’d ordered. They knew what we’d all ordered because they each had a little map of the table. I guess the woman drew it after taking the order. Two seconds after I heard my Mom say to my Dad watch the face, vegetables appeared on my plate. By the time I pushed them to the side all of the food was finished being cooked and served and the chefs poured something onto the grill and cleaned it. They bowed, we thanked them, they left. The chicken was tender and decent. I would have liked to put a little salt on it but none was on the table. I found the noodles and rice to be quite flavorful. My youngest didn’t care for the rice, which made me feel bad because he couldn’t eat the noodles. He did like the chicken I had shared with him. My older son enjoyed his chicken and steak tremendously. My husband loved his seafood. We had a choice of ice cream or sherbert for dessert, which was my youngest son’s favorite part of the meal by far.
I was glad I went because it gave my family another memory of all of us together before my brother leaves. Would I go again for myself? Doubtful. Too expensive for food I don’t really enjoy. Have you ever been to a hibachi style restaurant? How was your experience?
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There are 4 in my area with 3 having excellent food and showmanship. Two have great prices (around $10 per person). There is a new one opening up soon so I’ll find out how that one fares.
You know, I’ve been tempted to sneak a small dog under my coat, let it loose then chase after it with a steel bowl and fork. Of course, I would explain to people as I run by that I’m just ‘wokking my dog’.
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We love going to those restaurants! But then again, we also enjoy that type of food. We only go once every couple of years though because they can be rather expensive.
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