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Businiess name:
Benihana
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Review by:
citysearch c.
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We stopped at this place while on my way to my GED class reunion. First of all, what's with sitting next to a bunch of strangers? The fat, bloated jew woman I sat next to smelled like an abandoned shrimp boat adrift in the sun for a year. Or maybe that was the shrimp the mexican guy threw on the grill.
Me and my girl slammed some saki while the beaner tossed chicken and shrimp on the grill. He clanked the spatulas so loudly that I couldn't hear the conversation between the fat jew and her girlfriend that I was trying to eaves drop on. I told him to stop doing that and he bowed and tossed a severed shrimp tail at me. I got up and threw my drink in his spic face. The manager replaced him with another bean farter who dumped his ""creation"" on my plate. It looked like the contents of an abortion dumpster, I kid you not!
Good thing all the action excited my girl because outside in the parking lot I got my ""Happy Ending"".
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