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| - First, I'd like to say that the best sushi I've ever had was at this little hole in the wall on the ocean in Virginia Beach. Ahhh, sun setting, waves gently crashing, drinks, my friend and her navy seal boyfriend and all of his crazy friends, 80 degree weather....back to reality!
I love sushi, but don't eat exclusively at any one spot in Cleveland. When I have a taste for it, whichever restaurant is the closest will be the chosen one. There are several I won't go to, Otani's in Golden Gate being at the top of that pile.
I chose to review Pacific East because while living in Little Italy this was the closest and I ate there at least once a week. I live on the west side now, but still work on the east. Often, I stop in to pick up an order to go. Over the many, many times my orders have always been very fresh, warm, soft and just consistent. I'm a big fan of consistency when eating a preferred meal at any given restaurant. It is irritating when I expect something that I just know is going to be good and taste like it did the last time I ordered it, but it doesn't...I guess that's why my old boss would always tell me to not to have expectations, because then you won't get let down. Expect the bare minimum and be pleasantly surprised. I worshiped that man, but never did agree with that piece of advice. Pacific East always lives up to my expectations.
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