Ah, hibachi night—the sacred ritual of meat, fire, and mild social discomfort. My family and I moseyed into Tokyo Harbor around 8 p.m. on a Friday night, and within moments we were seated at a hibachi table with a couple clearly in the midst of a date night. Nothing quite kills romance like watching a dad threaten to take away Roblox while a toddler tries to stab a shrimp with chopsticks. But I digress.
Ah, hibachi night—the sacred ritual of meat, fire, and mild social discomfort. My family and I moseyed into Tokyo Harbor around 8 p.m. on a Friday night, and within moments we were seated at a hibachi table with a couple clearly in the midst of a date night. Nothing quite kills romance like watching a dad threaten to take away Roblox while a toddler tries to stab a shrimp with chopsticks. But I digress.
Let’s start with the sushi, which is sneakily one of Tokyo Harbor’s best-kept secrets. We opened with a simple tuna roll that was so fresh it could’ve slapped me with a flipper. I’m no sushi sommelier, but I know good fish when I taste it—and this was it.
Also, shoutout to the drink sizes here. Tokyo Harbor doesn’t mess around. They serve your beverage in a cup so large it could double as a birdbath. There’s nothing worse than running dry mid-fried rice, and they understand that on a spiritual level.
Now to the main event: hibachi. Our chef arrived with a smile and spatula flair that would make Gordon Ramsay weep. We got the standard pre-show: the onion volcano, the flaming sake bottle (which he shot into a guest’s mouth with the precision of a Navy SEAL), and the famous bouncing egg trick—slightly marred when our guy cracked it onto a still-dirty grill. But hey, we’re not here for Michelin stars—we’re here for theatrical meat, and Tokyo Harbor delivers.
We ordered steak and shrimp, chicken and shrimp, and just shrimp. The steak was tender, the shrimp was perfect, and the chicken was… well, the chicken was trying its best. It leaned a little dry, but nothing a ladle of yum yum sauce couldn’t fix. Fried rice? Delicious. Vegetables? Sizzled to sweet perfection. Noodles? A surprise gift from the hibachi gods.
Portions were Texas-sized—meaning we ate half and boxed the rest for Saturday night Netflix grazing. The prices felt fair for the spectacle and portion size. Just don’t show up expecting a library-like dining experience. The hibachi room can get loud, and if it’s someone’s birthday, brace yourself for a staff-led drumline and a ceremonial mask that will haunt your dreams.
Final Scorecard (1-5 Stars)
Food: 4 stars
Service: 4 stars
Atmosphere: 4 stars
Awkward Date Interruption Factor: Mild to moderate
Overall: 4 Stars
Until next time, keep your rice fried and your sake flowing.
— The Forney Foodie
Tokyo Harbor
100 E US Hwy 80 Suite 140, Forney, TX 75126
(469) 543-0484
Hours of Operation:
Monday – Thursday: 11:00 AM – 9:30 PM
Friday – Saturday: 11:00 AM – 10:30 PM
Sunday: 11:00 AM – 9:00 PM