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| - Kinjo is one of those dingy sushi joints that you'd expect to be cheap, but it isn't.
The interior is brightly lit by fluorescents, adding a certain institutional ambiance. The place is generally busy with suburban types in cleats, or lu-lus, and it smells like mirin and stagnant water (you'll find out once seated the water is what your food comes on).
First off, the food plainly isn't good. The rolls are small, you can tell nothing is really made in house - mainly the tamago - and even the nigiri is served petite for the price.
They also proudly serve blue fin tuna as if it's going out of style (oh wait, it is. It's actually like, super endangered).
With a sushi spot that has the ambiance of a hospital waiting room, food similar to the dingy sushi joint in the strip mall, the ethical buying power of Trump himself, with the price tag of any, much better sushi places, I can't say I would ever recommended Kinjo.
But hey, for each our own. Bonus for the green tea pokies at the end of the meal.
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