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| - Oh my god, this place was abysmal.
My dinner partner and I had planned on going to Sushi Eye for happy hour last night, but after driving up and down Elliot 4 or 5 times without finding it and with the end of happy hour quickly approaching, we finally pulled into Kobe out of sheer desperation. Biggest mistake ever.
So, the hostess asks us whether we want sushi or teppan, and we say sushi. Then, sushi bar or table? We've got some talking to do, so we say table. Once we're seated at a table with menus, our eyes pop out of our heads when we see the sushi prices. Like, we're talking $8 spicy tuna rolls. So we ask the waiter whether there are any happy hour specials. He says, "Yes, but we only have happy hour at the sushi bar, not at the tables." Hmm, okay. So we move to the sushi bar and ask for a happy hour menu. The waiter says, "Oh, you mean happy hour sushi? I thought you meant drinks. At the sushi bar we only do happy hour drinks. If you want happy hour sushi, you have to sit at the main bar." So, we've been there for 3 minutes and moved twice. Not exactly auspicious beginnings.
It only got worse from there. There are two happy hour sushi specials: spicy tuna roll and california roll, both $3.25. We were starving so we ordered two of each, plus Kobe tofu and pork gyoza (both also on happy hour special for $3.25).
It was the worst sushi I've ever had, and I've had a lot of sushi. The california roll was horrendous. It was 95% imitation crab and mayonnaise, with teeny slivers of cucumber and brown avocado. The spicy tuna roll, though not as actively offensive as the california roll, was boring and mushy. The Kobe tofu was bland and had an oddly spiced dipping sauce - eating it was reminiscent of eating McDonald's chicken nuggets dipped in sweet and sour sauce. And not in a good way. The pork gyoza, though, was wonderful, though at $3.25 for 5 of them, it was not enough of a bargain to warrant a return trip.
And all, the while, since the place is (for whatever reason) really busy, we're stuck at the end of the bar, where we have to listen to the world's most obnoxious waitress prattle on to the bartender about how she's soooooo tired of all these women glaring at her because they think she's after their men, and how she wants to "get a t-shirt that says, "Honey, I'm not after what you've got because I've got my own stuff to deal with at home." Wow. Witty.
Anyway, this place is awful and I'll never be back. Luckily, we finally found Sushi Eye on the way home (hiding sneakily between a Quizno's and a Baja Fresh, if memory serves) and hopefully we'll have a more pleasant happy hour experience next week. Sigh.
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