We went to I Love Sushi last night. Sean seems to have a great fear of gouts of flame shooting up from the teppan grill in front of him. As the chef approached the table, we could see the fearful tears welling up in his eyes. We requested no fire from the chef, who kindly obliged. Later, the tears welled up in my own eyes due to a wasabi overdose. By the end of the evening, Sean may have warmed up to the teppan chef trickses, imitating him with his chopsticks.
