"no No Nooo NO N.OOOOOOO N. O. I would say more, but I only have this much energy after lighting $42 on fire, and still having to eat a homemade peanut butter samich. If you're gonna drive here, just get the Fisher Price My First Sushi from Big Y next door. It'll be a bubblegummy experience, but at least the sushi wont taste like lemon. It might be to keep the avocado fresh, but you're selling food, not a 5 Minute Crafts hack to keep avocado fresh. Edit: Rice was clumpy, obviously just the sushi rice. No fault there, many places do that. Steak was kinda tasteless, kinda old feeling (steak is my favorite meal over sushi that I either splurge on at a restaurant or splurge time on at home to get perfect temps and crusts). Soup is usually a suggestion, but no way i was touching this. Its the separation thing where you step on the bottom of the ocean and the sand fireworks into the water above it before swirling and settling back down for me. The lettuce in the mugshot was the happiest part of this meal, just needed the side profile shot with it holding its booking details. Typical of all hibachi places, they pack the au jus and gravy in a non-sealable container with side vents for maximum juice flow, then give it a couple good swings around their heads before lobbing it to the cashier, so that i can see how warm beef juice and aged leather interact to form the perfect meta dead cow Voltron as it steadily dribbles onto my seat. By the time I got home, the outer brown paper bag has transmogrifed from recycled paper to a tasty, well-brined sneak peek exposé on the umaminess of my hibachi steak.To shreds, I say. Service was cool. It wasnt the typical metal grill bars in larger cities, but I like completing the deal through the Michellin-approved compartment like I'm trading state secrets for a moist bag of the Self-Doubting Roll and unintentionally aged beef. Will try again in a few something, when i forget this experience."
