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| - Roka Roka Roka, what can I say? Hmmm Just like your Name this place leaves me so bewildered I am still stunned from my experience.
At first I thought I was walking into a huge lobby for a traditional Japanese Osento resort, the wood slats along the 30 foot high walls of concrete were reminiscent at Ito, except the orange uncomfortable block chairs were not, a table for 4 was huge, I imagined myself trying to talk over the din to someone across from me and can't imagine yelling the whole time. Due to the concrete walls, the ultra high ceilings and the open kitchen complete with grilling, the noise was almost unbearable. A dance mix of "You give me Fever" was playing and after hearing what the Dutch sounding Head chef yelling Hell's Kitchen like orders to other cooks, I'd decided I'd almost had enough, until a comped ahi tuna tasting menu was offered to me, because we waited so long.
Granted, we had come on a Tuesday during Phoenix's famed "Restraunt Week" but still, overall dinner took 2 hours. But no one else seemed to mind much I guess it's because I was with the same old mug that it just seemed excruciatingly long, I would think going with a bunch of friends would be much better.
The place was so busy with waitstaff, for every waiter there seemed to be 3 busboys or busgirls, folding napkins that were already on tables, clearing dishes, (8 times for my sitting) pouring soya sauce out of a little ceramic pot into our little ceramic dishes. Refilling our "still" water in little uneven glasses resembling pottery at 8 bucks a pop, sure it was Voss, but still! The wait staff was incredibly nice however, although shabbily dressed it seemed in orange wrinkled rayon, the busboys in sharp black looked better, and there were 2 manager looking people running around, this place was too busy too New York, too everything I am not.
The food however was incredible! Albeit small, my main course steak must've been a 1/4 pound, yet it literally melted in my mouth.
The sushi was tinged with Japanese pickle, Spring Onion, sprouts and even Japanese Plum, just about every delight that makes the seeweed wrapped slice of heavenly rice taste absolutely out of this world! I had never tasted sushi this slight but wonderful in my life.
By the time desert came I was tired and a bit woozy from that wonderful Sochu Martini, tinged with cucumber that tinged my lips--2 in fact, plus my kirin which I had drunk...the noise seemed louder still!
A square piece of hot chocolate desert with a chocolate stripe splashed across a sqaure ceramic with a small bit of cream, with another chocalate sliver, made it's way to my table and made me quiver and seemed to resemble a battle scene. As I sliced into the chocolate with my fork (so lovingly replaced for the desert occasion) the Hulk Green Goo that eminated made me not want to try anything fusion or this high priced again.
My Cappuccino was in a beautiful cup and saucer but already too cold and too much froth.
Even though we had come for our "Restraunt week" special we still ordered a lot more and the bill came to $140.00 for 2
Just like the Unisex Bathroom in this place, in the middle of the glass wine celler no doubt, This place is meant to leave one so puzzled, that your money slowly looses itself from your treasured purse and runs into the hands of a Euro Corporation.
No thanks I shout.
I'll stick with my Zen 32, and my Ippei, I miss my Ippei,
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