Kabuki

Get ready for a taste of Tokyo folks. This location offers your standard take on American Hibachi. If you look around you, you will find the gentle inhabitants of the American south that actually believe they are eating the finest the Far East has to offer. From the staggering onion volcanoes to the stout drinks, Kabuki offers an experience even more enjoyable than Stefanie from Daytona beach that claimed she was 18. The fried rice and hibachi chicken is ten out of ten after 6 Mai tais and three saki bombs. The sushi is as bright as it is flavorful and offers a temporary satisfaction to a hunger for exotic appetizers. The staff here gets rowdy, make no mistake. Generic phrases are yelled as the chef artfully flings pieces of eggs into your mouth like a paper wastebasket at work.
The atmosphere here is both festive and comforting with reasonably clean bathrooms and unreasonably drunk people. A guilty pleasure of mine no doubt. Nothing tops off a soy fried and sake filled night like the misery you feel the morning after, your stomach and head will feel like the crusty, stale, and broken breading of an expired fortune cookie that you found smushed in your car seat.
I must say Kabuki has taken a samurai sword to my drunken heart, and I don’t think I will get it back.
Although I would like it more if they had strippers here, and for that reason i give it four stars.
P. s. For those of you wondering… they do have Mountain Dew

This restaurant tops all others. I love how they cook in front of you, and I love their shrimp with the rice. My favorite part is when they fling the eggs at you and you have to catch it with your mouth. All in all, I rate this the best restaurant to take place in the world. Five Stars