Well ... it was a really nice thought, Apparently between lunch and supper the service goes down hill HUGELY. We waited almost an hour for the chef to come cook at our table. You'll notice by B-man's curled fingers that he's at the "freaking out" point of being uncomfortable and the thin lipped smile on Ms. R's face? That says, I'm scared right now - but trying to put on a brave face. If you've never ate at a Japanese restaurant - here's the skinny:
They seat you around a flat surfaced grill on which a chef comes and cooks your food for you. They generally put on a good show. Swishing knives, tossing egg shells, catching random food bits in their pockets/hat tops. The "wow" feature is when they build an onion volcano, fill it will oil and light it on fire. My kids ... well, they thought this happened a little too close and a little too hot for their comfort. To top it off, after waiting more than an hour to eat, the kids HATED the teriyaki chicken.
Oh and if they took a picture of me while eating my sushi, I would have been frowning. A lot. It was gross. They used the wrong kind of rice, the cucumber over powered the rest of the roll ...
Live and you learn. It was a great idea, but in practice ... not so much good.




They had the "robot" wired up so he could "see" and "hear" the kids and answer all their questions, "dance" and generally entertain them.

3 comments:
Love the boots!
yes your kids are hams but it looks like a great time
Where are R's barbie pink cowgirl boots!?!?!? Big meanie.
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