Good food, embarrassing poor service, weird location.
Wheelchairs, scooters, and strollers need to take the elevator down and make it through a tunnel past the I.T. manager's door before finding this place as the rear of the casino. So much fluff as Hamada's advertisements blare outside on the strip outside the Flamingo's doors. Their front entrance is not friendly to less-than-agile. They speak authentic Japanese, that was promising. But the service was almost a violation of my civil rights. If my Japanese mother had been with us, she would still be there the next morning chewing the staff out.
How many times would I need to repeat myself asking for *chopsticks* at a Japanese restaurant? And water? And green tea? Should I really beg to pay? If you didn't want me there, you could have given me the check when I first walked though the door.
The food was good. The sushi, teriyaki, and udon were all good. If only I had the water or tea to wash it down with. One server, one water/bus-woman who I guess is also the cook. And this was at 9:00 PM.
The prices are high. Not as high as other sushi places. The menu selection is positive but I can't get over the service and I feel bad leaving the tip I did. No customer should leave feeling he was forced to give an insulting amount.
Would I return? Vegas is awfully a big place. Don't bet on it.