When you are going to be the only male meeting nine pretty girls from New York City, you know that your 7 o;clock reservation needs you to call at 7 and ask for it to be pushed back to 730 as you leave your hotel at the other side of the strip. So imagine when to my surprise I still managed to be the first one there with ample time to sit at the small bar and enjoy the company of the friendly bartender and review their nice selection of wine. Only out of California for 24 hours, I still missed it enough to settle on a crisp Russian River Sauvignon Blanc.
By its name, you know that Sushi Roku is Japanese fare with a lot of Sushi options. If you know me, you know Japanese food falls behind Korean BBQ and anything with "Steakhouse" in the title as my least favorite dine out experience. Nonetheless, I persevered for my sister's birthday weekend wishes, as I did much that weekend. I was nonplussed to see that they had a seaweed salad that I managed to combine with a few other small items for one full meal. I did not enjoy how both my miso and salad which ended up being my largest course were both served before anyone else received an appetizer. Perhaps the gentleman servers were overwhelmed by the prettiness of the nine ladies while I was appreciating the artistic bathroom doors.