rev:text
| - I get take-out a lot for lunch, and that's always pretty smooth. The servers taking the order are always very nice, and my order's ready in literally 10 minutes. Amazing.
My boyfriend and I came by today, a Sunday, around 1 PM and I got HANGRY.
One of the other reviews nails it ... don't come when you're super hungry. Just don't.
Showed up behind one lone diner and a group of three. We stood around for about twenty minutes (which is much over my normal limit, which I established for the good of everyone) ... during that time, nobody asked us how many we were or let us know how long the wait was. Good luck flagging someone.
At one point, we were actually ready to leave, but were so set on ramen (we came for Sansotei, but it's not open on Sundays ... nor is Konnichiwa, and Kinton was bound to have a line), and a few tables were opening up by then. They had about two servers covering the entire restaurant.
Once we were seated, we got water pretty quickly and didn't linger over the menu, so we ordered almost right away.
The waitress who took our order 1) didn't hear my ramen order and luckily, asked whether I was really having just gyoza and 2) got my boyfriend's ramen order wrong (Sapporo instead of miso). He didn't make a fuss and liked it, but neither of us was impressed.
A different waitress brought us our food insanely quickly, both our bowls plus the gyoza. She kindly rearranged my tray and our table so everything fit, which was too nice.
The gyoza, which excellent (steamed and lightly panfried on the bottom, not deep-fried) and honestly the largest things I have ever seen, was too much. 6 for $9 ... I would have just preferred a smaller portion for two people sharing (4 for $6, even). I really wanted takoyaki, but again, too much for two.
I was charged $1 for hot tea, a cost the waitress didn't mention. It was a good tea bag, but seriously. Tea? Two soups + gyoza + Pepsi + tea = $36, pre-tip. Oof.
Good noodles, good broth. Wonderful egg. The tonkotsu is delicious. If I were damned to eat one thing forever, it would be noodles in hot soup. I blame my Asian heritage.
Oh, Kenzo. Why can't I hate you.
|