Fire & Flying Food

I mentioned in the last post that I spent my birthday evening watching a Japanese chef light things on fire.  

The Hamiltons treated me to a wonderful dinner at Kobe's Japanese Steakhouse, where the food prep is just as entertaining as it is delicious.

Knives were doing flips in the air, food was flying right into people's mouths, flames were licking the ceiling.  It was a blast.

Here are a few pics.

Every time the chef poured oil on the Teppanyaki table, Davey would just about yell "cover!" and hit the floor.  Not quite, but almost.  

Eventually he was amused by the flames, after he realized the heat wasn't really close enough to burn off his eyebrows.

I had filet mignon and shrimp with fried rice.  

It was the most delicious meal I've had in a looooong time.

Mr. Hamilton even encouraged Wade & I to indulge in a tall, tasty, foo-foo cocktail drink.  So we did. Umbrella and all.

It was a grand evening, and a lovely end to my 41st.