And he threw the knives and utensils into the air, juggling and tapping the pointy steels in a rhythmic pattern on the iron grill. I watch, cringing and hoping he won’t make a mistake. It lasted only for a few seconds but it was enough to capture our attention and awe. It’s the chef’s way of saying, the show is about to start at Akira: The Art of Teppanyaki and Sushi restaurant. We’re on the front seat, or rather, by the side table fronting the grill in anticipation of the art of teppanyaki in the making.