I don't ever remember seeing the egg toss, but our chef (I guess that's the right title) tossed a raw egg up in the air, caught it on his spatula, tossed it in the air and bounced it off his very snappy red hat (it had a vaguely Russian look to it) and finally cracked it on the grill in front of him. With a great clanging and banging he chopped food, tossed sauces around, and flipped bits of scallop and shrimp into our mouths. (His deal was that he kept tossing food at you until you caught a piece in your mouth. If you caught the first piece, he moved on to the next person. If it bounced off your face and onto your plate he tossed another. And another. So if you caught the food on the first try, you got one piece. If you missed, you got more. Once again, incompetence was rewarded.)
But my favorite part — my eyebrows might disagree — was when he set things on fire, which happened very 15 minutes or so. It was Flambe City. One exciting torch escapade is one I'd love to be able to duplicate at home.
With a great whirling and swirling of his knife blade he sliced an onion, separated one slice into rings, then stacked the rings in an upside down cone. He poured some liquid, no doubt alcoholic, into the center of the stack and then struck a match. The flames shot three feet into the air and the heat, no doubt, could be felt at the next table. As the flames were dying down he grinned, shouted "Lava!" and squirted some kind of thick red-brown sauce into the center of the stack, which immediately bubbled up and over the sides of the stack, very much like lava.
That was way cooler than watching people do seal imitations, opening their mouths for tossed food.
I'm thinking about trying the same thing at home, but our kids don't eat onions. Maybe I can do a mini version with Cheerios.
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