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| - Yelp reminded me to review this place, because apparently I checked in here recently. After looking over this place, I was thoroughly lost as to when I've checked in. I don't recall having sushi recently.
Then I remembered... It was Friday night, and we've just about visited every bar on State Street before we wanted to go dancing. We didn't know where to go, until a friend recommended this place.
And by "recommended," I mean he drunkenly slurred the name of this place with the word dancing thrown in there.
So anyways, we get here, and it's actually a sushi house. Ok, sketched out a little, but no problemo.
Then we walk through the kitchen area (I kid you not, we were legit walking through the kitchen while people around us were whipping up California rolls like nobody's business), until we reach a dingy set of stairs. Ok, at this point, we're getting more sketched out, but someone yelled out yolo (probably a drunk me), so we had to continue on.
After going up the stairs, the door person asked for our IDs and literally did the fastest mathematical calculations I've ever seen. He basically scanned our IDs for a second, handed it back to us and let us in. I mean, this dude either has photographic memory, or is super overqualified for his job.
Anyways, we went in the club (???), which was basically a bar, a cramped area next to the bar (the dance floor, I believe) and the actual dance floor being occupied by the DJ and his ginormous set. The crowd was basically Snooki's gang, with one or two peeps as confused as we were.
Upon seeing the clientele, I immediately turned around, mouthed the word "nope" to my friends, and left.
However, having said all that (mostly negative things), going through the back of a Sushi kitchen to reach a what should have been Asian themed club filled with Jersey Shore people was a once-in-a-lifetime-experience.
I'd definitely recommend you guys to go at least once, just to be able to cross that off of your bucket-list.
Otherwise, stick to the more erm.. established venues
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