Jon, this one's for you...

From the NY Post:

"From the cuisine that gave us tableside theatrics and conveyor-belt sushi comes Ninja, a Japanese import new to TriBeCa, with waiters who dress and act like Ninjas. Or at least they're trying to.

The "magic" bridge its publicists promised would "descend across a fog-covered river leading guests to their tables" wasn't working last weekend. Nor did Ninja warriors "spring up from hidden corners to surprise guests," which may have saved unsuspecting diners from spewing their sake.

Elegant, silk-covered scrolls are ceremoniously unfurled to reveal a menu listing "Main" lobster and "foie grass." But while some of the "new-style sushi" - eel with sweetened cream cheese, for instance - isn't for the faint of heart, it's the real thing, rolled by experts from Japan and served on artful ceramics and wood. As it should be, with tasting menus up to $200.

Kinks aside, Ninja is undeniably unique. The dimly lit labyrinth of stone-and-wood passages with private dining alcoves set behind dark lattice doors must be the only place in town where a server genuflects before your table.

There's also enough head-bowing to please the pickiest emperor, and enough piped-in sounds of trickling water to inspire a trip to the loo - to which a Ninja merrily leads the way in crouching, spinning spurts."

I wonder if these goofy bastards had anything to do with it.