My first sake

I went to dinner tonight with some friends to one of those Japanese restaurants where they cook the food right in front of you. Here we are:


It was a lot of fun and delicious, but it made me feel sort of weird. Melissa could tell that I was freaking out and kept laughing at me. I mean, the man who cooked our food was speaking to us with an accent similar to Mr. Yunioshi from Breakfast at Tiffany's. Come on. Since he is working as a chef in a Japanese restaurant, there is obviously a great chance that he is actually Japanese. That said, something about the whole thing seemed artificial, like it was for our entertainment. And then there's the pressure to be entertained by the charade. I don't know.