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| - I'll title this review "An Underwhelming, Frustrating Visit to Wasabi"
I should have known things were doomed from the time we arrived to pick up our food. We completely baffled the three members of the wait staff when we asked to pick up our order. They slowly shuffled receipts, picked up, and set down bags, and eventually asked what we ordered. After a good 5 minutes of watching the three stooges work on running my card, I looked around to see sad looking dinners with empty water and in some cases, no drink and rarely any food. I won't project my experience too much on what I saw, but a glum night in Wasabi seemed apparent.
When I asked the waitress for two cups of soy sauce with our rather large order, she first stuttered my words back to me and then managed to fish another cup out of the drawer - I've never seen a group so baffled by what seemed to be routine tasks.
Happy to have escaped the hell that was Wasabi's checkout counter, I arrived back at my apartment to find that one of our two entrees was completely wrong, and the miso soup didn't even make it in a bag, apparently. A true feat, since we had been asked a short while ago what we had ordered in an attempt to locate our food. The food was unimpressive, lacking flavor and freshness. But there was plenty of soggy tempura to go around - in fact, the food was nearly as disappointing as the service.
Wasabi seems like a rundown restaurant of yesteryear - an experience I hope to also put behind me as quickly as possible. I would say I'm all for second chances, but this one just doesn't make the cut for another round.
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