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| - Because a -1 star isn't an option I am forced to give a one star rating. I'm not really sure where to begin because in all honesty, my mind is still attempting to sort out the horribly nightmarish experience I had at this restaurant today. At my co-worker's advice I agreed to give this place a try (despite the fact that she hadn't been here in more than a year's period of time) she said that from what she could recall the place had pretty decent food...ok, I'm in.
Immediately upon entering the restaurant, I noticed a "funny" smell; however, being that I'm not very familiar with the scents that accompany sushi/sushi bar, I convinced myself that I was perhaps being a little too anal and decided to AGAIN take my co-worker at her word that the place had pretty decent food.
After being seated by a gentleman (whom I believe is the owner of the place) I took a looksy at the menu and decided I'd try the crab rangoon (I LOOOOOVE crab rangoon) for an appetizer. I also ordered the chicken fried rice, my co-worker ordered the vegetable fried rice. This is where it all began...the crab rangoons, or should I say CRABLESS rangoons were brought to the table. I tear off one of the ends (as I always do) only to notice that there was NO crab meat inside. I asked the gentleman if they normally put crab meat in the rangoons and boy did I set off an instant firecracker..."Yes, there's crab meat in there...a little!", he says. "I've been in business for over 40 years and I never have anyone complain about my rangoons!", he continues. At this point I'm not sure whether to speak or run, but before my brain could tell my mouth and body to respond here comes the awkwardly stoic and stoned face woman from behind a curtain-"What do you expect for $4.50?! I can't afford to give a lot of crab meat for $4.50!" Ok, now I'm thinking, "Is this real?" I begin to speak to them both and explain that if they were offended how truly sorry I was, but because I've never eaten in their establishment, I wasn't sure if they prepared their rangoons the same way in which I'd had them at other places. Why did I say that? "In all the 50 States of America, rangoons are made the same!" "I've never had anyone question my food in 40 years!", continues the man. The man proceeds to inform my co-worker that they didn't have all of the vegetables for her fried rice, reluctantly she says "OK" only to be brought a plate of overcooked rice and vegetables that were so dry that they looked as though they were going to crack! At this point we've heard and seen about enough that we're pretty convinced we should leave and hopefully still have time to get a halfway decent meal from somewhere else. Yet, we sit long enough for my plate to be brought out only to see yet another plate of overcooked rice and what looked like undercooked chicken with a few vegetables mixed within. Instantly we explain to the couple that we would NOT be staying for the meal and attempted to leave...the woman pushes me, YES PUSHES ME yelling that we can't leave until we pay for the food. The man goes on to say, "I took off the rangoons, but you must pay for this!" As my co-worker and I explain that paying for an uneaten meal was not in our plans the woman begins to yell, "I cook this food for you and now you don't want to pay? I'll put it in a box and you take it with you!" Uh no, we're not paying for your mess-of-a-meal lady, sorry. At this point the only other five patrons (including two that were children) in the restaurant were totally fixated on the show that was going on. I COULDN'T BELIEVE THIS WAS HAPPENING! I explain to the woman that putting her hands on me was EXTREMELY unacceptable and that this type of behavior in front of children was ABSOLUTELY ridiculous. "I don't want to hear anything else from you...you just pay me the money!" OMG lady, REALLY?!?!? Believe it or not, I had to call the police, YES THE POLICE, people! These people were like shark on the prowl! As I'm dialing the police and still attempting to walk out of the restaurant the man then comes to grab my arm in yet another attempt to keep me from leaving...PURE INSANITY! After getting out of the door finally the police dispatch informed me that they could not force me to stay in their establishment and strongly suggested that I leave (the people were still screaming and hollering even as I had the dispatcher on the line)!
Not having much of an appetite at this point, I agree to go to Subway, which is a couple of doors down from "the sushi shop of horror" with my co-worker only to come out of Subway to the woman storming out of the restaurant still demanding that we come back in her restaurant to pay for her! When I explained to her that the police gave me instruction NOT to remain in the restaurant and to leave, she gave me what I think was the Japanese version of "the bird."
U-N-B-E-L-I-E-V-A-B-L-E! Who's ever heard of such a thing?!?! I'm still in total awe over this!!!!!!!!!!
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