I love teppanyaki. Not only is the food delicious, but you truly get to eat with your eyes first. On the other hand, watching the food cook in front of you is almost torturous when you’re hungry as hell.
A couple weeks ago, we went to a teppanyaki restaurant to celebrate my best friend Jennifer’s sixteenth birthday. We had gone to the same restaurant last year and I had gone home with a Styrofoam box filled with leftovers. This year, I vowed to eat everything.
We started with a simple salad, sushi, sashimi, and tempura while we watched the teppanyaki chef sear the salmon.
Next came the vegetables and the onion volcano.
The steak was perfectly cooked at medium rare and cut like butter.
As if I weren’t full enough already, there was also grilled chicken.
And mango ice cream for dessert, which I didn’t eat, in an attempt to save room in my bulging stomach for the Lemon Blueberry Swirl Cheesecake.
But, other than the ice cream, I managed to eat everything, down to the last grain of rice, a feat some of the boys even couldn't accomplish.