Birthday Treat

We again defied the rules we had ourselves set in place, this time venturing to Wasabi Sabi, much further up the road than we had yet reached. Today being my birthday I had a choice of any restaurant or cuisine on London Road and I had chosen teppenyaki. I had for some time been eyeing the place and felt that it was the right sort of establishment to host my birthday celebrations. We sat at, not on the iron griddle awaiting our chef meanwhile we were sufficiently impressed and entertained by the skilful chef opposite. We ordered the from the set menus and awaited our food and fire show. I was left severely unimpressed by the manoeuvres of the man sent to cook our food. Lacking entirely in charisma and enthusiasm he dutifully but dispassionately prepared and cooked our food. The food afforded more character than he and was found to be excellent. The scallops fresh and juicy, the lobster perfectly succulent, all the meat was seasoned to perfection and though the steak was asked for rare and delivered medium the meal was superb just firework deficient. The waiting staff were on hand when needed but stays at an appropriate distance. I found myself sat directly under an air conditioning grate and as soon as the hot plate had cooled I began to feel a chill, I have found that as someone who is vaguely related to someone who may or may not have worked with coal I feel the cold much more and am eternally doomed to be placed in the way of an odious wind of natures or man’s making. We were more than contented with our experience at Wasabi Sabi until minutes before we exited when the very same chef that had left us temperate donned a fine hat and proceeded to execute an enviable culinary show at the table behind us. He began to juggle utensils, flip lobster tails into his hat and light alcohol on the plate with volcanic results to the whoops of appreciation from his diners. They were encouraged to get involved and instructed to toss food around and into each others mouths while he himself exhibited a somewhat disturbing groinal rotation whilst emitting curious whines. Apparently the cooking of oriental cuisine at Wasabi Sabi arouses the chef and disturbes the diners. We left satisfied by the food but feeling disappointed that our experience had been less enthralling than that of the other diners.