Last night, Mom watched Abby while Berta and I went out to dinner and a movie. We tried the new Hibachi across the street and went to see Harry Potter and the Chanber of Secrets.
The new Hibachi restaurant rocks. Apart from the great food that you usually get at a Japanese steak house, the atmosphere was such an improvement over all of the other places we go for Hibachi. The place has a large waterfall garden with a bridge in the lobby, and the hallways to get to the many hibachi rooms are lit with futuristic samurai neon green circles of etched glass. There were a ton of tables, and even a room with a raised floor to give the appearance of traditional floor sitting. Our chef, a white guy from Colorado, was perhaps the best hibachi chef I've ever had the pleasure of cooking for me. He did all of the tricks, including the Mt. Fuji onion volcano and the "fire in the hole" trick, where, when the chef for the next table over appears, he lights his hand on fire and sticks it near the other guy's rear end. (The other chef was oriental, and not very emotional. Our chef said after doing the trick, "They've got to get used to me eventually.")