There is a Japanese-style building on Camp Bowie near the house that we pass by almost every day. It’s not open during the day, is dimly lit, and has no windows. I, obviously, thought it was the site of a classy geisha-esque escort service (keep in mind, I don’t think I actually know what a geisha is, but I’ve heard about them on The Office, so…) under the guise of an innocent family restaurant. In my defense, there are a number of strip clubs nearby.
C assured me it was likely a Japanese restaurant, as did all the Fort Worth natives I asked.
I was not convinced.
We determined we had to investigate it ourselves and stopped by for C’s birthday weekend extravaganza. Alas, C was correct. Japanese Palace is nothing more than a hibachi grill style restaurant a la Jinbeh, Benihana, and many others.
Open only for dinner, Japanese Palace was surprisingly empty on a Saturday night and we had an entire hibachi table to ourselves, which was actually a little odd. The chef was new and was doing his best, but our food was absolutely saturated in butter and salt (not in a good way) and my medium filet was all the way past well done.
I suppose you pay (and you really do pay! Dinners averaged probably near $25.) for the entertainment, but this is one of those places that you go to once for “the experience” and never go back to again.
The best things? We both ate eggplant that was really good (neither of us are lovers of eggplant), the decor in the bar area is cozy, fun and inviting, and I love love love all the bean sprouts. (Something I almost never buy because they seem to go bad so very quickly.)
K’s rating of Japanese Palace: 4/10 mangoes
C’s rating of Japanese Palace: 6/10 mangoes