Why does the east end get the short end of the stick when it comes to good, affordable Japanese restaurants (Sushi Marche aside and I have yet to try Guu)? We decided to try this place because one of us was cranky and hungry. Alright, I was cranky and my husband was hungry (it sounds like missing members of the 7 dwarves).
We had already sat down when we heard this horrible horking noise coming from the kitchen. Most normal people would walk out then and there. We're meek people and decided maybe he was just clearing his throat and not spitting a loogy into the food.
I asked the server if he knew what the udon broth was made of. It was like I was asking him to figure out the square root of 2403403493020. This became such an ordeal, I gave up and ordered the vegetable tempura dinner instead.
The vegetable tempura was incredibly bland and the potato tempura was so thick and uncooked, it got left behind in the basket. Even the water tasted funny. It's probably not a good idea for the waiter to look into the glass as he approaches the table and look like "oh hey! What the hell is that??"
Bikkuri just plain blows!