Now, that's Japanese!

Forget Italian, move along in that there alphabet... H, I, J, K... yes, Japanese. I like Japanese food, but I rarely visit the real deal, authentic Japanese as Americans were meant to eat it. Yes, Benihana, kids, where you can forget about Japan and visit Japanamerica. Shockingly, we (myself and my unnamed, imaginary, but endlessly sophisticated dining companions) found the cuisine to be lacking, yet nevertheless worthy of writing about because gosh darn it there's only so much food in this world and the dining section needs to come out every week, like a histrionic, theatrically-oriented high-school junior.