I cannot figure out how the word 'sky' fits into the theme of this restaurant. Not a clue.
My friend and I were in the mood for wings. We first thought about going to All Stars in 16th Avenue, but by the time we were approaching the on ramp, we found ourselves southbound because I've read an article listing the best chicken wing joints in the city. Yes it was Toronto Life. We exited on the Gardiner onto Yonge, headed Westward on College into hipsterville, and parked our car in Yorkville. Then we walked down on Yonge and ended up in Sushi Sky.
Things are not going well this week for me.
The sign over the door was in-your-face and looked more appropriate for a Greek restaurant rather than a sushi place. The décor was...straight. It appears that this place has been here for awhile. The washroom gave the illusion of being dirty, but upon inspection it was just a bit aged. The cleanliness was above my expectation. But the lighting in the basement where it was located seems to better fit a butcher house where dead hookers are kept. Definitely go to powder up with a friend ladies.
The spicy salmon was not chewy enough, and of course the sushi chefs here were no masters. But the price was befitting to this venue, and the service was civilized. One of the waitresses insisted to her co-worker that she must find a foreigner to date. She spoken in Mandarin, so my friend looked at me awkwardly when I started laughing to myself.
I never had to ask for my water to be topped, and there wasn't too much fault I can find in Sushi Sky.
Throughout the evening I saw faces peeking inside, pounding whether to nourish their hunger here. I nodded at them from my table...none of them came in after seeing me perform this action.