Welcome to da club.

We are in!  Despite both of our feelings that we wouldn't even be allowed to sit down at wafu because the nazi owner would intuitively know we were giggling about her, we got in and are now members of the exclusive Wafu club.  We posed at the door for a while (no giggling) contemplating the three pages of rules about eating there, before politely asking if they had room for us (there were only two other tales of people in a restaurant that had maybe 15 tables).  We were asked if we knew about the "philosophy" of the restaurant, and said we had done our research and knew all about it.  We were reminded about the rules again on the menus - you have to eat everything except garnish - SIDE VEGETABLES ARE NOT GARNISH, only picked ginger, wasabi and lemon slices are garnish.  We were petrified to order too much food and miss out on our 30% discount and club membership, and I even waived a miso just in case I was using up stomach space I'd need later.  We had some edamame (we were concerned we'd have to eat the shells, but turns out we didn't have to), chicken yakitori, fish cakes and eggplant and tofu with miso sauce.  It was all super tasty, but given that by the time we finished we were the only table in there, it's totally devoid of atmosphere, and we were too scared to talk loudly, it's a bit of an indication on how kindly the people of Sydney are taking to being treated like children when they pay for the privilege of going out.
Nevertheless, we are in the club, and we can now bring more than one guest, but we must "educate them" about the policies on waste and "take responsibility for their actions".  And if we want take away, we need to bring our own containers.
We ditched it for dessert, and went to Bird Cow Fish, where we weren't scared to talk loudly.  Chocolate brownie and peppermint tea for me, Turkish Delight and hot chockie for Em.  Fun times.