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| - First thing to notice is they are completely empty but we were starving and wanted sushi.
2nd....nobody of Japanese or even Asian descent works there. They are Hispanic. When I asked about this because it is quite odd, the server said it's quite common. I told her I've been eating sushi longer than she's been on the planet and have never ever seen a restaurant with no Japanese servers.
Four of us began to order and a sushi order can have 10-15 different items, but genius Myra thinks she can remember them. I specifically asked her to write them down but she refused. That's when I knew I should have walked out but was with others, and we were in three cars so to go elsewhere would have been complicated.
So genius Myra starts bringing sushi in plates of two. Nobody in this place has any idea that they should put ALL the sushi ordered on one plate, and bring the chicken dish, and bring the rice sides all at the same time.
So while the two men ate the sushi, the ladies just sat there watching them.
Then my veggie sushi arrived, avocado & cucumber, and the cucumber was ice cold while the rice and avocado were room temp making this a strange combo. I ordered two rolls, but she only brought one.
Then long after all the food was served, I'm like, Myra, where's my Miso soup?? Where's my fried rice. She brought the soup and said the rice was cooking.
After we were ALL finished eating, I said, hey Myra, where is my fried rice? She answered, oh it's cooking elsewhere. Yeah ok Myra.
I totally call her out on forgetting two of my items because she didn't write them down and she has no reaction to this. She doesn't care at all. No apology. Just a blank stare.
No way no thanks.
The only benefit of this visit was to confirm my intuition that as soon as we were waited on my a non Japanese person and she refused to write out order down, this dinner was doomed.
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