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| - Really wanted to love it. And really didn't!
I was excited to see what was described as an "izakaya" style lounge - perhaps my favorite way to enjoy Japanese food - but let me tell you, this ain't no izakaya.
An izakaya, by definition, has a certain rustic and friendly feel, catering to drinkers with simple and earthy dishes. This place is the absolute antithesis of that aesthetic.
We dropped by for Happy Hour, hoping for an izakaya type experience. We had four items from the food menu. They were OK. The "izakaya butterfish" was three tiny, razor-thin slices of fish - literally smaller and thinner than a slice of gari - for five bucks. Even at five bucks, it was a rip-off. Silly, actually. Perhaps half an ounce of fish if not less. And this is the "happy hour" menu? The little cheeseburgers were, well, little cheeseburgers. Modern Steak does a much nicer version with less pretension. The skewered vegies were ok
Basically, their "izakaya" menu had a complete absence of actual izakaya dishes. Sigh. Just a more pretentious (and much more expensive) version of RA Sushi for people who don't really want to try anything different. Hence, cheeseburgers. Does everything in America always have to come down to cheeseburgers? It's sad.
The design is attractive and very modern but again, not by any stretch of the imagination what most people would identify as an "izakaya." The concept is not supposed to be to serve little tiny over-priced dishes in an antiseptic atmosphere. (This is so NOT how Japanese food is supposed to be!)
Neither the staff nor the customers were particularly friendly. My wife was the only Asian person visible in the restaurant. I think most Japanese people would be simply bewildered by this restaurant's food, style and atmosphere. It also had that kind of creepy vibe unique to Scottsdale that I can only describe as "hostile pick up bar," a kind of weird combination of sexual energy and animosity. Ick. (And what's up with that by the way?)
Based on our experience at the bar, I can't really imagine a circumstance where we'd go back. Nothing that we ate - or saw - was particularly interesting and the attitudinous staff and creepy customers put us off.
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