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lue lighting made everyone seem so warped, or maybe I’m feeling warped. It was definitely a cool place, but noisy, crowded, not really my kind of place. I feel like Abby tonight.
“Let’s sit at the cooking tables.” Ari pointed to barstools with chefs behind them.
“Let’s sit at a regular table.”
The chefs were cooking customers’ orders live, putting on a whole song and dance. It was so Ari.
“What’s the point of going to a hibachi restaurant if they don’t cook in front of you?”
