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| - Sushi Fever certainly makes a strong, strong case for the "Most Interesting Meal of My Life".
I suppose that I should have entered my dinner with this expectation in mind, as I was already coming fresh off of the sensory stimulation-packed slambanggasms of the 2011 Electric Daisy Carnival. With this being said, my dining companions and I were looking forward to a relaxing, refreshing meal - the ideal contrast to three days' worth of dancing between the hours of 8 PM and 6 AM.
In a way, Sushi Fever certainly did accomplish just that. The sheer variety of the restaurant's offerings is simply staggering, as the five separate types of menus awaiting our party of six were accompanied by lists of the day's specials that were craftily placed under the glass surface of our table. Although it did take some time to decide between dozens of sushi varieties (and a nifty selection of entree items such as teriyaki, as well), I decided on a Crunch Roll (a reliable classic that has yet to disappoint me at any sushi bar) and a Honey Roll (I think that was what it was called, I know that it was the first item on one of the special rolls menus and that the roll was listed as being drizzled with eel sauce).
My fellow diners and I also ordered two orders of gyoza - one steamed and one fried. Each order consisted of six potstickers, so all six of us exhausted rave-slaves were able to sample the dual dishes' tender/crispy textures and refreshing meat/broth filling. The dishes also came with a nice bowl of edamame - just what my tired bones and seratonin-depleted brain were looking for! Healthy and refreshing.
NOTE: THIS ENDS THE PORTION OF THE REVIEW WHERE THE DINING EXPERIENCE CAN BE CONSIDERED "NORMAL". Thank you.
Upon finishing our appetizers, my friends and I expected to receive our entrees within roughly 5-10 minutes. Strangely enough, Sushi Fever seemed grounded in the practice of bringing our entrees out one by one. Poor Nick got his chicken teriyaki almost twenty minutes before any other entrees were served, and it must've been strange for him to nibble on the twin chicken breasts bit-by-bit as the rest of us suppressed our appetites. I sampled a bit of the miso salad that his teriyaki came with (the dish also comes with miso soup), and the salad was relatively tasty, but not anything to write home about.
Ryan was the next at our table to receive his dinner, and he too attempted to slow down his eating while waiting for the rest of our entrees to be served. The gap between the arrival of his entree and the arrival of the next two dishes was about ten minutes, and I did note that the restaurant appeared to be picking up in pace rapidly, as dinner customers were arriving in larger parties. Still, shouldn't establishments be prepared for stuff like this?
Nevertheless, my food finally arrived. The Crunch Roll had a somewhat strange presentation; it almost seemed as though the roll had been organized in a sort of jumbled fashion on the plate, and the sushi was positioned in a shallow plate of sweet sauce (not quite teriyaki sweet, but still sweet nonetheless).
Now inevitably, you're probably wondering how Sushi Fever earned three stars (or any stars at all), and this rating is due almost entirely to the INSANE FLAVOR OF THE SOOSH! For all of the restaurant's shortcomings, I cannot deny that my sixteen dollars certainly went far in the way of the food itself; funky presentation and Snorlax-esque service couldn't upset the fact that the Crunch Roll had an unforgettable contrast of texture and that the Honey Roll offered a mellow, rich, refreshing flavor that jolted the tastebuds in the same way that the Swedish House Mafia's drops jolted my eyes into the back of my head at around 1 AM on Sunday morning. Pure bliss. The portion size on the Honey Roll did leave a bit to be desired, however.
Our meal took a turn for Beyond Wonderland, however, once my friend Scott received his "Chef's Special". I'm not entirely sure as to what the roll's contents were, but the dish resembled a regular sushi roll with a transplanted hat of crabmeat glued to the top. Looks weren't deceiving on this day, as Scott took a bite of his sushi and promptly proceeded to gag, again and again (HAHAHA). He washed the piece of sushi down with some lemonade, and my friends and I decided to have a Man Vs. Food moment of our own by sampling the choke-inducing dish.
Oh my.
Strange stuff; I suppose that being Filipino really saved me today, as my companions each began to put on the most grotesque faces upon sampling the Chef's Special. My tongue, specifically, was greeted by relatively normal sushi flavors and an undesirable gut-punch of bitterness (not the sharp heat of wasabi, nor the unmistakable flavor of ginger, mind you, but some awful bitterness). Never again.
In any case, Sushi Fever was a hit-or-miss experience. Kinda like Russian Roulette. You just gotta know what to order.
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