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| - All you can eat sushi. In Vegas. Revolutionary!
Or not.
Owned by the same people who own Monta and Sushi-Mon, this is another addition to their Japanese cuisine monopoly. As such, the resemblance to either restaurant is no surprise. In fact, just like Sushi-Mon they offer a small selection of special fish options for the day. When we arrived the only option they had available was their in-house smoked salmon, which was alright.
The highlights:
* Braised Pork belly. Pork belly is gelatinous, fatty and delicious by itself, but given the right TLC and it's a porky palate pleaser. This is no different, but it's best eaten in small doses. The portion size is meager so that takes care of that. Flavors and textures are great on this one.
* Raw scallop nigiri. Not the "scallop dynamite" smothered in mayo, this is real, tender scallop. It's delicious and rare to find in an AYCE place!
* Uni was fresh, not murky tasting.
Lowlights:
* Baked green mussels. Blah! Bluefin's are better.
* Orgasm Salad. I'd take a hundred screaming O's over this any day. Boo. Weird medley of assorted fish-chunks doused in a puddle of ginger-sesame dressing and a few wilted greens doesn't bring orgasm to mind at all- unless you mean that wet spot in the bed nobody wants to sleep on...
* Masago & Quail egg- I'd asked for Ikura but the chef assured me it was usually made with masago. Didn't float my boat OR sink my submarine.
The interior is nice, with lots of warm wooden tones throughout and low-hanging lamps.
The service could be spotty. There was confusion over who was actually taking our appetizer/drink orders and a lot of shouting back and forth from the sushi bar to the servers.
I'd rate this a 3 and a half star place. The food isn't awful and the service wasn't consistently bad, it just didn't blow me out of the water. I was tempted to go for a 4 star, but I figured rounding down will help counter the ebulliently high prior ratings.
I'm willing to give them another chance and try some of their specialty rolls, but it's a bit out of the way and didn't make me want to do a dance of belly-joy at the end of my meal.
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