If you're going to hit up a Sushi Mon, go to the one in Henderson. I'm pretty sure this location is where they send their old fish and slow sushi chefs. I swear, I am sitting here watching this guy move as if he's underwater. Maybe he's pretending he is a fish - maybe it helps him connect to his job on a spiritual level - maybe he just took a little too much NyQuil for that pesky cold he can't kick - I don't know. All I know is that I'm hungry and when you're sat by the bathroom you get a lot of poo smell. Double fail.