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| - Ichiza is where tourists come to die. And by that, I mean I wish the tourists here would die. Something about being white, middle aged, and vacationing in Vegas brings out the worst in people. Add sake and gen-u-wine Japanese food, and you get fourty-somethings licking food off of each other's bodies (and then applauding each other's courage for doing something so indecent in public) while opting to forgo the wearing of footwear (and not as a display of respect, but as a display of drunken negligence- who walks around in a parking lot without shoes @ 2am?) While the menu at Ichiza is dynamic, drunken tourists are always on the menu. Yes: Kirin on tap, seared salmon belly, miso butterfish, kimchi fried rice, seared bonito, sashimi, rolled sushi, braised pork belly, mixed mushrooms, honey toast. No: hamachi collar (salty and dry), skewers (blach- greasy), octopus and cucumber (not so fresh), anything with egg in it.
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