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I'm dating this review because, despite the one-star rating, I really, really want Cho's Sushi to succeed. I'm going to give it a month to get stuff figured out, then come back and hopefully edit my review to a much higher score.
Until then, I have to review Cho's Sushi based on my first visit there, which was an unmitigated disaster.
A timeline:
6:05: We arrive and seat ourselves.
6:10: We hear someone at the next table complain that they didn't order the dish that was brought to them.
6:15: The sole server comes to our table to take our order. We order three sushi rolls, a beef yakisoba, vegetable tempura, and a miso soup. As the server steps away from our table, she's intercepted by someone from another table, who tells her that their can of Coke is frozen solid.
6:16-6:38: Every five minutes, someone emerges from the back of the restaurant, hands a single dish to the server, gives her a lengthy explanation, then disappears into the kitchen. Our two young children watch mournfully as the server carries the dish past us to another table. Meanwhile, several takeout customers arrive.
6:39: Seafood yakisoba arrives. (We ordered beef.)
6:41: The power goes out. (This isn't the restaurant's fault -- the whole neighborhood was affected.)
6:46: The power comes back on.
6:52: Our single small bowl of miso soup arrives.
6:53-7:07: Some takeout customers leave after receiving their food, but more arrive, and start milling about the dining room.
7:08: One of our three rolls arrives. It has, to be charitable, a disappointing fish-to-avocado ratio. (See photo.)
7:12: It's our kids' bedtime, so we ask for our bill. In the hour and seven minutes since we entered the restaurant, we've received a bowl of miso soup, a single sushi roll, and the wrong yakisoba.
7:19: Bill paid, we leave.
Look, I get it -- running a restaurant is *hard*. I hate to beat up on this place, and I really want it to succeed. We'll be back in June to see if they've improved. But in the meanwhile, give Cho's Sushi a wide berth while they practice on unwitting non-Yelpers.
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