Shabu-shabu?

While walking like rats in a maze at Ikea, Mama Squirrel and I were discussing whether to have fancy Japanese near the hotel or to eat our weight in Swedish meatballs at Ikea.

During the discussion, I believe we hit upon what is sure to be the dining sensation of the millennium, Shamu-shabu (© ® Patent Pending. Offer void where prohibited. (Sorry, Tennessee!)) You get all the spectacle of an aquarium show and a hibachi show all rolled (sushi-rolled?) into one. Just remember, the first six rows may be splashed. With hot oil no less.

(We ate the meatballs. And a gravad laks appetizer. And a dessert sampler. And all for less than one shabu-shabu.)

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