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| - Sushi Queen, because it's on Queen Street. Ha Ha Ha...What would they ever name another restaurant if it were ever to open on King Street?? Oh the suspense!
After 1.5hrs of roaming about at the AGO (Picasso) I was famished! All of the sudden I wanted sushi, and there she was; the queen....
I was with my friend Claire, she came with me to the gallery. I was so entrenched in the art I almost completely ignored her...so I thought it be nice if I'd feed her. Total gentleman I know.
It was Queen street on a Saturday--6pm, I was surprised that we were seated immediately--but then again it's not the Ritz (I say that a lot, and now there's a Ritz in Toronto, and I haven't even been to it...I might have to relinquish my right to use that phrase).
After five years of eating sushi, I think I've got a clear image of the desirable environment to enjoy this food; a quiet and calm environment that have both the trendy & traditional accent--Sushi Queen encompassed neither ambiance.
It is Queen Street, foot traffic is always heavy, and the clientèle varies by work hours. The only memorable things about the décor are the miniature geisha doll placed at the side of each table, and the name of the restaurant on the ceiling if you ever forget where you were. Claire pointed that little detail out for me, however, I'm the type of person who looks down when in thought, so I would have appreciated that the name be imprinted on the floor instead.
Spicy tuna, spider roll, some deep fried roll that looked really good on the menu, calamari. I think I ordered crab roll as well, this is definitely a possibility.
The food was not remarkable by any means, and I was disappointed by the calamari. This dish didn't taste like it would have been indigenous to any Japanese region, but rather something that would have been available at any English pub. Either way, it costs sushi prices to eat here, and I just didn't feel like I got my money's worth.
Sushi Queen certainly earns no seal on the Street we've named in reference to our Head of State, and this was not how I imagined ending the day after my first time visiting a Picasso exhibit. The only reason I'm not giving it a one star is because the service didn't offend me, and I like geisha dolls.
So, any guesses on what's they'll call that imaginary restaurant I made up if it ever opens?
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