This place has the unfortunate distinction of serving up the worst toro I've ever had--instead of butter, I got coal. That aside, the sashimi is serviceable and generally as fresh as Charlotte gets. The specials will almost always be a fantastic deal. You will always have two options to choose from--and while people may hold subconscious grudges against the letter B, I can assure you that electing special B will not detract from your dining experience whatsoever. My parents and sister love the mackerel here, if that's your thing; I have too many bad memories of those fermented fishies in rancid tomato paste to really care for it outside of raw sashimi slivers. For those attempting to beat back the oppressive curtain that is the Charlotte summer, Musashi is one of the few places here that serves up a refreshing plate of chewy zaru soba.
I also remember the wines being spelled super weirdly. Like Kabernet Sabigny-kind of weird. That was sort of endearing.
Of course, it's plagued by the same service problems and dour server expressions that other Asian restaurants have, which still can be a bit of a shock in the land of sunshine and Southern hospitality.