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Now, our starters had arrived the same way they would in any restaurant.
I was disappointed but trying not to show it. It was my idea to come here and so far, although the food was good - it was a bit of a disaster.
I assumed because we were the only three people there, and on an illicit menu anyway, all our food would be prepared in the kitchen.
Hardly the spectacle I had planned.
I kept a brave face (I hope) because neither of the others had been expecting a show - although Limes had had one at a business dinner years ago.
Oh, about this time we had cocktails. Tokyo Iced Tea. Limey, ever the pragmatist pointed out there was no iced tea in it. Thank goodness. The Nipponese version is Vodka, Gin, Rum, Cointreau, Tequila, Midori melon liqueur and lemonade.
Now came the saviour of the night - Big. That was what was on his name tag anyway. He was big too - height wise. Especially as he was from Thailand.
Despite my fears he came to cook our mains in front of us, with all the tricks and treats the Teppanyaki cooking tradition provides.
I will halt now in the genuine hope of some photos.
More words from me afterwards.
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