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The food was great and the service was awesome. I brought my teenager and two little ones (under 7) and they all loved the food. We got three entrees and they came with rice and noodles. I ended up taking a bunch home because the portions were huge.
The inside is old-fashioned and not very inviting, which is a real bummer because it could be an amazing experience instead of just an okay one.
… moreThe inside is old-fashioned and not very inviting, which is a real bummer because it could be an amazing experience instead of just an okay one.
Kristina Berry
My husband and I have been wanting to try this place, we pass it on the way home. We finally went and I’m so glad we did!
Prices are great, portions are definitely not skimpy, food was delicious and it was not a long wait once we ordered. There is some covered picnic tables which will be nice when temps die down. 10/10 recommend!
(I had eaten some meat before the picture and I ordered double rice instead of doing the veggies and rice it comes with)
… morePrices are great, portions are definitely not skimpy, food was delicious and it was not a long wait once we ordered. There is some covered picnic tables which will be nice when temps die down. 10/10 recommend!
(I had eaten some meat before the picture and I ordered double rice instead of doing the veggies and rice it comes with)
Rubi Davila
The food was delicious, it does take a little bit of time to get your food but only because everything is cooked as you order with fresh vegetables.! The quality of the meat is good too and the flavor is just great.
… moreAlduien
1:38 PM.
Thirty minutes from home, my friends had picked Hibachi Aji. One of them had Hibachi on the brain and googled any nearby restaurants. For some odd reason he used Google Maps. And kept scrolling west. And kept scrolling, and scrolling. Until he found this hidden away restaurant on the map. An obscure food truck near a highway.
We drove 30 minutes and then we saw it. We turned off onto a dirt road that rattled the car and rolled into a dusty, uneven lot. The heat bounced off the gravel in visible waves. Rocks kicked up and hit the underside of the car. Soon we were in a dirty lot next to a partially open-frame greenhouse structure that had its roof torn to shreds in places.
We parked next to a white van, I noted a pair of feet dangling out of the passenger door and a pair of hands holding a phone. We looked around and noted an RV and several dilapidated vehicles down the road but we got out of the car and walked towards the food truck. A voice echoed from behind the truck telling us to park closer. My friend got back in his car and moved it, while the rest of us came around the corner. That same man who had called out was now rinsing a metal pan with a hose next to a trash can. We knew at this moment this place was special.
A few metal tables with matching seats sat off to the side, shaded only by a low aluminum roof. He took our orders one by one. While he was taking theirs, I noticed the red sign on the truck once said “Hibachi Master.” At some point in the past, the owner of this establishment decided to restart and ripped several letters off the “Master” portion of the title. Now it read: “Hibachi Aji.”
We sat down and started catching up with each other. Across the dirt road was the greenhouse. Looking straight down the middle you could see an endless sea of plants on both sides. But not one person was seen in or coming out of it. Soon, a car pulled up next to it and an old couple got out. The lady walked into the greenhouse entrance while the man walked up to us, scanning the area as if he was lost. He asked if we knew where the owner of the greenhouse was. I was the first to answer, “I think on the other side, through the greenhouse.” He said thank you and walked into the greenhouse after her.
Soon after, the owner of the food truck opened the window and called us over for our food. We dived in as the Texas winds battered us with sauna-level heat. But it didn’t matter. The food was immaculate. Regardless of the fact we were surrounded by knee-high metal statues. A rust-spotted duck sat staring back at us with a dull, weather-beaten face, the kind of statue that looked like it had been there for decades. A gnome nearby looked sun-bleached and chipped, its once-bright paint nearly erased by time. On both of them, scraps of masking tape clung on, edges curling and peeling, but you could still just barely make out the faded numbers of their price.
As we finished eating, the food truck window opened one more time and the owner asked if the food was good. All of us turned with our mouths stuffed to the brim with God’s gift to mankind. I slurped the tail end of my noodles and in unison we all replied how amazing it was. A grin spread across the man’s face and he closed his window, returning to his phone call.
We cleaned up and walked back to the car. As my friends were getting in, I looked over to the old couple’s car. It was still there. Sitting in the hot Texas sun, the heat waves radiating off of it. As I buckled in and we rolled away, I realized it had been 20 minutes since they walked into that greenhouse and disappeared into the foliage inside. My friends discussed getting boba in the background as I turned around and looked out the rear window. Realizing, we found a great hidden gem in the middle of nowhere. But in the process, I had sent an elderly couple into the abyss of a greenhouse never to be seen again.
And me, along with the rust-spotted obsidian duck, know what happened.
Praise the Hibachi Aji.
… moreThirty minutes from home, my friends had picked Hibachi Aji. One of them had Hibachi on the brain and googled any nearby restaurants. For some odd reason he used Google Maps. And kept scrolling west. And kept scrolling, and scrolling. Until he found this hidden away restaurant on the map. An obscure food truck near a highway.
We drove 30 minutes and then we saw it. We turned off onto a dirt road that rattled the car and rolled into a dusty, uneven lot. The heat bounced off the gravel in visible waves. Rocks kicked up and hit the underside of the car. Soon we were in a dirty lot next to a partially open-frame greenhouse structure that had its roof torn to shreds in places.
We parked next to a white van, I noted a pair of feet dangling out of the passenger door and a pair of hands holding a phone. We looked around and noted an RV and several dilapidated vehicles down the road but we got out of the car and walked towards the food truck. A voice echoed from behind the truck telling us to park closer. My friend got back in his car and moved it, while the rest of us came around the corner. That same man who had called out was now rinsing a metal pan with a hose next to a trash can. We knew at this moment this place was special.
A few metal tables with matching seats sat off to the side, shaded only by a low aluminum roof. He took our orders one by one. While he was taking theirs, I noticed the red sign on the truck once said “Hibachi Master.” At some point in the past, the owner of this establishment decided to restart and ripped several letters off the “Master” portion of the title. Now it read: “Hibachi Aji.”
We sat down and started catching up with each other. Across the dirt road was the greenhouse. Looking straight down the middle you could see an endless sea of plants on both sides. But not one person was seen in or coming out of it. Soon, a car pulled up next to it and an old couple got out. The lady walked into the greenhouse entrance while the man walked up to us, scanning the area as if he was lost. He asked if we knew where the owner of the greenhouse was. I was the first to answer, “I think on the other side, through the greenhouse.” He said thank you and walked into the greenhouse after her.
Soon after, the owner of the food truck opened the window and called us over for our food. We dived in as the Texas winds battered us with sauna-level heat. But it didn’t matter. The food was immaculate. Regardless of the fact we were surrounded by knee-high metal statues. A rust-spotted duck sat staring back at us with a dull, weather-beaten face, the kind of statue that looked like it had been there for decades. A gnome nearby looked sun-bleached and chipped, its once-bright paint nearly erased by time. On both of them, scraps of masking tape clung on, edges curling and peeling, but you could still just barely make out the faded numbers of their price.
As we finished eating, the food truck window opened one more time and the owner asked if the food was good. All of us turned with our mouths stuffed to the brim with God’s gift to mankind. I slurped the tail end of my noodles and in unison we all replied how amazing it was. A grin spread across the man’s face and he closed his window, returning to his phone call.
We cleaned up and walked back to the car. As my friends were getting in, I looked over to the old couple’s car. It was still there. Sitting in the hot Texas sun, the heat waves radiating off of it. As I buckled in and we rolled away, I realized it had been 20 minutes since they walked into that greenhouse and disappeared into the foliage inside. My friends discussed getting boba in the background as I turned around and looked out the rear window. Realizing, we found a great hidden gem in the middle of nowhere. But in the process, I had sent an elderly couple into the abyss of a greenhouse never to be seen again.
And me, along with the rust-spotted obsidian duck, know what happened.
Praise the Hibachi Aji.
Christina Carrillo
STOP!!! All around the best place in our area for Asian food!! We had some amazing noodles…I think those are our favorite. We still have to go back & try more food cause we were so full. Great food, the guy was really nice…it seems like nobody knows about this secret gem.
… moreBrian Gann
Had the chicken and steak habachi. Food was fresh and delicious! Glad I tried the steak and chicken. I usually only get chicken at other places. The steak tasted incredible! The chicken is also very tasty! Will be returning soon!!! The cook is the owner so you won’t be disappointed.
… moreAniyah Smith
I loveeee the food and the Amazing man cooking this delicious meal ! I couldn’t wait until I got home to eat lol I had to stop at the store next door to dig in ! It’s definitely worth the 20 min ride from home ❤️
… moreJ D
Great value, amazing food. Health, quality, fast food. The chicken can’t be beat. The teriyaki steak is delicious, the salmon… oh my word the salmon is amazing! The atmosphere while you wait or if you want to eat here is so lovely and conveniently located right off 377. Who would have guessed that you could get high quality Japanese food in this area. Best Japanese food around Granbury or Benbrook… up there with the best Japanese food in FtW at a fraction of the price!
… moreJennine Booth
order side order of fried rice to literally gage the quality of food they’d put and the rice is literally better than any hibachi restaurant from virginia to texas and we’ve had nearly every restaurant with a toddler obsessed with fried rice . the rice is flavorful, perfectly seasoned the eggs do not have that overpowering eggy smell that will make you want to throw the whole dish away. 10/10
… moreDanny Le
This place is seriously so good, honestly a hidden gem if you take the time to stop by and get a taste of quality hibachi assortments. The daughter is also pretty cute which is a sweet touch.
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