because sometime BAD NINJA COME!

[moominmolly]

When D and I were in Tokyo, we went to a restaurant called Ninja. I photographed all of our food, but the restaurant, for the most part, was too pitch-black to photograph with the lens I had. It was an elaborate and silly theme restaurant, where you had to go through twisty passageways and escape BAD NINJA before being led to your own little private dining room. And the food -- the food was exquisite. Really worth it.

Anyway -- they've just opened a sister restaurant, Ninja New York. Here's a quote from a review:

Would you like to follow the "easy" or "difficult" path to your table, they ask. Do not be faint-hearted -- there is really nothing thorny about the hard road. You will be whisked via elevator down to the subterranean dining floor, across which your guide will lead you along a somewhat labyrinthine path to your table. With his recitation of an incantation here or a secret pass code there, a drawbridge will descend from the heavens to allow you to traverse the River of Frogs or a wall will move to reveal an intimate dining area.

You have arrived. Ninja New York is a $3.5 million dollar, 6,000-square-foot recreation of two 18th-century, mountainside Japanese villages, Iga and Kouga, the birthplace of Ninja warrior lore.

Can I just point out, RIVER OF FROGS. I do hope the food is as good as it was in Tokyo -- though, as D points out, no matter how good it is, it won't be the same as getting the whole ninja spiel in genuine broken English, and being waited on in Japanese. I still have to go, though.

Thanks go to dr_memory for pointing this out to me.

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[moominmolly.livejournal.com]

Once we see how the baby behaves and figure out what our constraints are, you can just pick a date, my little ninja.