I recently bought a Benihana Rocky's Choice frozen dinner. Now, I used to go to Benihana back in the 80s. This is what Benihana has become?
Rocky Aoki, the man who built an empire on the theater of hibachi, must be turning in his grave right now, utterly disgusted by this sad, microwaved mockery. I mean, really—Rocky’s Choice? This limp, flavorless heap of chicken and steak with the texture of shoe leather is supposed to honor the man who made dining an experience? The fried rice is mushy, the vegetables are soggy, and the sauce—don’t even get me started on that watery excuse for flavor. Rocky brought showmanship, excitement, and damn good food to the table! It was supposed to be fun, lively, fresh! But now, what do we get? A frozen dinner that feels like it was prepped in a back alley with no passion, no respect for the craft. The essence of Benihana, the energy, the sizzle—all gone, reduced to this cold, corporate travesty slapped with Rocky's name like some hollow gimmick. If Rocky were here today, he'd be throwing spatulas in rage, fire and fury in his eyes, disgusted by what his legacy has become. This is the betrayal of everything Benihana once stood for—once celebrated—and now we’re left with this microwaved betrayal of flavor.
Yuck.
PS, it all went wrong in the 90s when Benihana enshittified.
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