We went out to dinner this evening with my brother Matt and his wife and kids. We went to Tokyo Steak House, which is one of our favorites.
Tokyo Steak House is a hibachi-style restaurant, with table settings around a large central grill. The food is cooked in front of you by a chef who mixes-in showmanship, knife tricks and egg-juggling. He slices. He dices. He sprinkles-in spices. The food is very good; the chef’s show is a large part of the fun.
It used to be the case that that show started with a great cloud of flame. The chef would create a puddle of some flammable liquor (Sake?), light a smaller puddle off to the side, and connect the two with a final squirt of the liquor. A flash of flame would rise up into the vent-hood starting the show off with a bang.
This evening, and the last time we were there a few weeks back, there was no introductory flame. I have to wonder, why?
Are there safety concerns? Was there an incident? Did someone loose a substantial hank of hair to singeing? I just don’t know.
I have to say that I miss it. They won’t lose our business; we like the place very much.
But I do miss the flame.