**shudders**
I was in the third circle of hell a couple days ago. I was forced to come up to the middle of nowhere for sushi because my friend wanted me to meet her boyfriend. As I sat there suffering, I casted silent judgment on the guy who thought a sushi restaurant should:
1) serve sushi with ketchup or overly sweetened sauce,
2) have spring rolls (aka egg rolls in American English -- those Canadians!)
3) give you FAKE crab meat being sold as scallops
4) have mediocre sushi at best (even the rolls where you can dress up with various stuff were terribly bland)
5) makes up the worst stuff for uneducated North American taste buds, like Japanese hash browns (deep fried hash browns with creamed corn in the center)
And for all these reasons, that guy thought this was the best sushi restaurant in the world. I realized that I could never date anyone with bad taste in food. It's just pure torture.
The service I had was great. The servers were really nice and I felt so bad for them having to give us this terrible stuff. I would be embarrassed. For the service I give them two stars.