On the way out, we totally killed a ninja (only a ninja can kill another ninja!) and took his sword so that we could each pose for an awesome "Holy shit, I'm wielding a ninja sword" photo. Here's Aya.
It was some sort of cold noodle dish (surrounded by dry ice). After we were done with dinner, a Ninja/magician came by and wowed us with a few tricks. And then it was time for...
...to celebrate Vin's birthday! Ninja is a theme restaurant and when you walking in the entrance, all you find is a 5' x 5' room with a hostess and two big, stainless-steel elevator doors. The hostess gets your name, quietly whispers something into a walkie-talkie, and the elevator opens. It takes you down one floor and then you're led to your table (by a ninja!) through a dark, twisty passage where all sorts of other ninjas jump down off of platforms and pop out of trap doors and scare the shit out of you. Here's Vin waiting for the elevator to open!
