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Writer's pictureIldiko Benke

Is the Hibachi Chef at Hedonism II Really the Funniest and Best Around?



Is the Hibachi Chef at Hedonism II Really the Funniest and Best Around? Read My Story to Find Out!


Picture this: We’re at Hedonism II in Jamaica, where the vibe is as chill as a frozen piña colada, and everyone’s either soaking up the sun or soaking in something a bit stronger. My husband and I were having the time of our lives, making new friends, and trying to figure out how to pack this entire experience into our suitcases (sadly, they don’t make them big enough).


One evening, we struck up a conversation with this lively couple who seemed like Hedonism regulars—you know, the type who have been there so many times they probably have their own private hammock. They leaned in, all secretive-like, and told us about this hibachi chef who’s apparently the stuff of legends. “He’s the best,” they whispered, as if they were letting us in on some top-secret, soy-sauce-covered conspiracy. “And the funniest. You’ve never seen anything like it!”


Well, with a recommendation like that, how could we resist? We made a reservation faster than you can say “sake bomb,” and we specifically requested the famous Chef G. (I’m keeping his full name a secret—no need to spoil the mystery). We showed up for dinner, buzzing with anticipation, and then… out walked Chef G. And I swear, I did a double-take. He was young—like, fresh-out-of-high-school young. My husband and I exchanged one of those “Did we just get pranked?” looks. But hey, we were there for the experience, so we settled in, ready for whatever was about to unfold.


Hedonism II, Jamaica
Hibachi Chef Jamaica


From the moment Chef G. grabbed his spatula, it was clear this wasn’t going to be your average hibachi show. He started with a few classic moves—flipping shrimp into his hat, tossing eggs like they were part of a circus act—but then, the jokes started flying. And I’m not talking about your run-of-the-mill “Why did the chicken cross the road?” kind of jokes. No, Chef G. was all about the sexy humor, and he delivered it with the confidence of someone twice his age.


“Careful, don’t let this zucchini get too close, or it might make you blush!” he quipped as he expertly sliced and diced. The whole table was in stitches. My husband was laughing so hard he almost choked on his rice, and I—well, let’s just say my mascara didn’t stand a chance. It started on my lashes and ended up somewhere near my chin, as if it decided it needed a closer look at the action.


But the pièce de résistance came at the end of the meal. Our new friend, who was just as curious as we were, leaned in and asked the chef, “So, what’s the worst part of your job here?” And without missing a beat, Chef G. replied, “I work around with a hard-on all day.”


Now, when I tell you that line nearly made me shoot wine out of my nose, I’m not exaggerating. I gasped, I wheezed, I clutched my sides—and that’s when things really took a turn. My friend, ever the inquisitive one, reached out and gave the chef a quick pat, just to see if he was serious. “Oh my God,” she said, wide-eyed and grinning, “He’s right!”


At that point, I was laughing so hard I was practically crying. I turned to my husband and said, “Forget a baby shower, I’m going to need a mop—I think my water just broke!” And no, I wasn’t even pregnant, but it sure felt like I was about to deliver a comedy special right there at the table.


We left that dinner with aching sides, smudged makeup, and a story that’s now part of our vacation lore. So, is the hibachi chef at Hedonism II really the funniest and best around? You better believe it. Just don’t forget to bring a spare pair of underwear—you might laugh so hard you’ll need them.



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