Was in town to do attend a convention and my host was gracious enough to take me to a plethora of his favorite restaurants. He saved his personal favorite – and, in my opinion, the best – for last. The Kobe Steak House isn’t a restaurant so much as it is an experience, a place of roaring business and incredible food in terms of both quality and quantity.
We sat in a lounge area for a while until they were ready to take us upstairs. I was surprised by this; the lounge itself had the atmosphere of a restaurant, but nothing could have prepared me for the surprise that was waiting for me on the upper level. As my friend grabbed the menu and described “teppanyaki” cooking, I sat and looked around in awe. I swear to god the cooks there were juggling their knives, setting the tables in fire, putting on a hell of a show to the delighted faces of those in attendance. I could hardly wait for our turn.
My friend handled the ordering, grabbing us something called “the Ultimate.” I was worried that he only ordered one for the both of us, but the truth was it ended up being more than enough food. I was full a little more than half way through but could not bring myself to stop eating; the food was simply that good. I was in heaven from the start of the meal all the way through to its conclusion.
The one problem was the food coma that both me and my host were ready to enter after the meal was done; lesser men might have accepted defeat and taken the leftovers home with them, but the two of us were deadest on defeating this massive amount of food. Neither of us ate much the following day – it was just unnecessary given the amount of food we’d had here, and I fear that I’ll never have anything quite so tasty.
I suppose it gives me an excuse to come back next year.