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| - Walked in on a decently busy Friday night, to an empty hostess stand. We were ignored by the guy behind the bar in the green shirt, but not by the college-age kids who made sarcastic "rock 'n' roll!" comments in our direction. Later, Mr. Green Shirt doled out orders to various staff members, so I assume he was the owner or at the very least the manager? Wearing a neon t-shirt is probably not what you want to do if you don't want attention drawn to yourself as the guy in charge, that's management 101.
Before too long, a server awkwardly took us to a table (and I mean VERY awkwardly, it was obvious she was only doing it because she had to). She brought our drink orders quickly and asked us if we wanted straws. Again, awkward, but we shrugged it off. She was visibly annoyed that we didn't know what we wanted yet, and made sure to ask every 2 or so minutes. We got a cucumber roll and the Mt. Fuji roll (which didn't come out quite as described - it was supposedly "flash fried", but the only evidence of this was a tiny bit of tempura flake next to the seaweed and the mildly warm temperature of the roll. Also, "hot lava sauce" is just a puddle of spicy mayo with a bit of sriracha sauce in the middle, yawn), neither of which tasted remarkably fresh, but weren't fishy or anything either. The miso soup was actually above average. We still had a couple of pieces of maki left when she asked if she could take our plates. When we said no, she asked "Can I bring the check then?" The hours on the door said they were open for a good 3 more hours, so I don't understand the rush. By this point we were more than ready to leave and not come back.
Weird vibe, awkward service, no free refills on soda (or so we were told), mediocre-at-best but overpriced sushi and I ended up being ill to my stomach later. Sushi 101, go back to school.
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