Three years after I wrote my first review of this place, I was back again last night. Â I was right that I would be back because of my parents. Â (BTW, would someone PLEASE open something original in the Southwest Suburbs???)
It was a busy night, but we were seated relatively quickly. Â The server gave us hot towels and took our drink order. Â Once our drinks were served, she took our food order.
Then the chef showed up. Â Yikes.
He wasn't outgoing and entertaining in the least. Â He skipped most of the tricks in the routine, which my brother and I are embarrassed to admit that we memorized. Â No flipping-the-egg-into-his-hat trick?!? Â He botched the burning onion volcano, which was just....burning onion. Â Oh Lord help him... Â What about launching little bits of shrimp onto our plates? Â Ugh. Â So disappointing.
Isn't that the point of going to one of these Hibachi places???
So now my nephew is 6 years old and somewhat difficult to entertain. Â The kid is SMART and would rather focus on his handheld gaming. Â In my book, if you can't get this kid to pay attention to you, YOU S-U-C-K.
Fine. Â Cut him some slack, you say. Â He might just be getting started in his Hibachi career. Â At least the food should be good, right?
Well.... Â My shrimp and scallops dinner was OK, but I think I make concessions since I'm suburbia. Â Mom, Auntie, and Sis-In-Law were not so forgiving and said that he BURNED their entrees. Â I thought that my scallops were supposed to be a little charred! Â My bad.
Overall, the experience was disappointing. Â Next time, I am going to override the dinner decision-making power of my parents. Â If it means that I have to cook next time I'm in the burbs, then so be it!