Ninja Restaurant

I haven't been updating as frequently as before. I want to say that it's because I moved to a new job, but it's really for another reason. I've been taking orders from Samuel L. Jackson to protect Saints Row.

In other news, I went to Ninja Restaurant recently. Although it's a little pricey, the entertainment was fun, and the food was delicious. The atmosphere is set up to be like a typical ninja movie, using faux-bamboo decor, dim lighting, and large plants. It looked like something out of Ninja Scroll or Ninja Assassin.

A lot of the dishes come with a demonstration. Most involve fire or smoke. The meat of Debbie's salad was slightly smoked. To do this, the waiter set her salad on fire, then put a lid on it and let the smoke build for a couple of minutes. In the meantime, I had to pull a tanto out of my dish, which released a bunch of smoke (created by dry ice). I would add pictures of our dinner here, but I'm not the one who took the pictures. I'm still waiting for them.

A minor problem with Ninja is that they have a dress code. My girlfriend, who I'll call Debbie because she'd kill me for using her real name, tried to explain this to me.

Debbie: You need to look nice.

Bill: It's full of ninjas, right? I have plenty of black t-shirts.

Debbie: No. A buttoned shirt.

Bill: Fine. (starts walking away)

Debbie: And an undershirt!

Bill: Fine!

Now, Debbie knows me well enough to specify that I have to wear an undershirt. What she had yet to learn was to specify where I had to wear the undershirt. I was already grumpy because I was being forced to wear pants on the weekend. So, when she expected this:

she got this:

I don't know. I think I was dressed nicely enough. What do you think?