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Holy shit! I didn't think a place like this could exist in NYC, let alone hang on for the five year hump. And believe me, it delivered. Full disclosure: we pre-gamed substantially, which might skew my perspective a little, but ultimately the gist of this place is dinner by ninja, with the staff dressed as ninjas jumping out and screaming "Kiyah" when you're least expecting it. And they're pretty damned effective. The enclosed booths have sliding paper windows, so they would surreptitiously slide them open and Karate chop our necks. Just as you pay attention to those, they jump out from the other side with swords! Such stupid fun. As we continued drinking--they had a ridiculous Saporo mini keg/ awful fruit-infused sakis package that also came with cheap plastic noise swords--we discovered that we could also utilize these doors to not just scare each other but also scare the staff running the food. Hilarity unfolded.
Iconman, did you eat? Yes. But it's hard to remember. I do remember that the food wasn't half bad. See my previous published theory about sushi so refer to earlier (much earlier) posts about my philosophy on Sushi. They also had a sleigh-of-hand magician part way through, as we ordered every gimmick they had on the menu--which involved some half-baked incorporation of smoke, or fire, or magic (the ninja star dessert was particularly bad in its delivery).
As much as I hate to admit it, we had a total blast. If you go in with the right attitude, and are sufficiently drunk, this is a cheap, fun night.
Kiyah!
23 hours ago
