I love sushi. No. Really. I love sushi. I have dreams about it. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and wonder if the Japanese mayonnaise they mix with scallops and spread on a California Roll comes in gallons. Sometimes I go to sleep, giddy as a schoolgirl, knowing that the next day I will have a fresh, tender rainbow roll, smothered in Sriracha and wasabi to eat later that day. Yes, sushi makes me that happy.
So you can only imagine my disappointment when I went to Ginza today and got a rice ball. Not okay Ginza, not okay.
I love sushi because of the fish, the buttery flaky fish and the rich, horrific-for-you mayonnaise that reminds me why I work out six times a week. When you give me a simple roll that has more rice than fish or avocado, I get a little sad. Cue frowning face. Then I get excited because I had the second, 1000 calorie roll, to consume next and alas, the same problem. Way too much rice. It made a normally enjoyable roll too filling, not because of the rich sauce and scallop mixture, but because there was enough rice to feed a small country on the roll. I've also eaten here for AYCE and even though they have a great menu with many choices, the large amount of rice ruins the roll every time. I've only once gotten a roll, the White House roll, that was great and had just the right amount of rice.
The service is decent. I've had the same server the two times I've gone there and she had a bit of an attitude when (I promise) I was nothing but friendly and used the manners my parents thankfully taught me when I was a kid. I can definitely ignore mediocre service if the food is worth it, but unfortunately, it isn't. Thumbs down to Ginza for ruining tonight's sushi dream. Thumbs down indeed.