Cla Pla Clapa Ping... the knife and fork looking thing banged against the hot steaming stove in front of the table my family and I were sitting at with another family we didn't know.
The cook in front of us all was hitting and banging his utensils making a type of music you would hear in the kitchen.
He grabbed an egg from the little plat and had it in between his fork looking thing and his cake cuter looking thing. He tossed it up in the air and put his cake cuter looking thing to the the side and the egg dropped on to the flipper and it cracked the egg open and the yolk inside came out onto the fire hot stove and started to sizzle.
The cook kept going on with his little show and made every thing look so exciting and my family and the other family, (who we didn't know), had a wonderful time.
When I go to Benihanas I always have new memories about going to a place where they cook right in front of you. It's always a new adventure.
Some bits were a little redundant, but other than that it was great.
ResponderEliminarSorry, redundant is when you say the same thing over and over again. For example, you could say "his cake cutter" every time you mentioned it after initially pointing it out, rather than saying "His cake cutter looking thing" every single time. Other than that, it really was great.
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