Kobe Japanese Steak House

We ate at Kobe tonight after being referred by one of my wife's coworkers. Kobe, a Japanese steak house, doesn't actually serve Kobe beef. "It's just a name," the waiter answered when I inquired. Our attention was drawn to the multi-person tables. You know, in the Japanese steak house tradition, a semicircular table surrounds a large grill as a chef puts on a show for delighted patrons. We hate people, therefore, we sat in the regular seating area. But the show was still in plain view. And what a show it was.

The chef was a mid-twenties white male with a pony tail and a nose ring. He wasn't ethnic in any way, but, much to our amusement, kept speaking to his "audience" with a fake Japanese accent. That's right, he was faking a Japanese accent. Why would one do that? Did he suddenly become Japanese when he put on that big puffy hat? Colossal dork!