5/5 Arron C. 4 months ago on Google
Oh,
holy
sushi
rolls,
my
dudes!
Let
me
tell
you
about
this
place
that's
like,
the
sushi
Mecca
of
the
universe.
I
stumbled
upon
this
joint,
and
it
was
like
finding
the
golden
ticket
to
Willy
Wonka's
fishy
factory,
except
better.
I
mean,
forget
about
chocolate
rivers;
we're
talking
about
soy
sauce
oceans,
my
friends.
So,
first
things
first,
the
ambiance.
This
place
had
more
mood
lighting
than
a
romantic
dinner
between
Edward
Cullen
and
a
vampire
bat.
Dim,
mysterious,
and
just
the
right
amount
of
sexy.
I
half
expected
a
ninja
to
drop
from
the
ceiling
and
serve
me
sushi
like
a
covert
agent
of
flavor.
Now,
let's
talk
about
the
sushi
chefs.
These
guys
were
like
culinary
ninjas,
slicing
and
dicing
fish
with
the
precision
of
a
brain
surgeon.
I
swear,
they
moved
so
fast
that
I
thought
I
saw
a
blur
of
soy
sauce
and
seaweed.
And
the
way
they
presented
each
piece,
it
was
like
edible
art.
I
almost
felt
guilty
devouring
their
masterpieces.
Almost.
And
the
menu,
oh
boy!
It
was
like
the
Kama
Sutra
of
sushi.
Rolls
with
names
that
could
make
a
monk
blush.
The
Flying
Dragon
Roll,
the
Playboy
Roll,
and
the
Champion
Roll
–
each
roll
was
a
journey
of
pleasure
for
the
taste
buds.
I
ordered
a
little
bit
of
everything
because,
you
know,
YOLO
(You
Only
Love
Otoro).
The
sushi
itself?
It
was
so
fresh
that
it
was
practically
doing
the
backstroke
in
the
ocean
yesterday.
Each
piece
melted
in
my
mouth
like
butter
on
a
hot
pancake.
The
flavors
were
like
a
party
in
my
mouth,
and
everyone
was
invited
–
even
that
weird
uncle
who
no
one
really
likes.
Now,
I'm
not
saying
this
place
is
perfect.
The
wasabi
nearly
knocked
me
out
of
my
chair,
and
the
chopsticks
were
more
slippery
than
a
politician's
promises.
But,
hey,
that's
all
part
of
the
adventure,
right?
In
conclusion,
if
you're
looking
for
a
sushi
experience
that's
more
epic
than
a
ninja
battle
on
top
of
Mount
Fuji,
this
place
is
the
Shangri-La
of
sushi.
Just
be
prepared
to
leave
with
a
belly
full
of
joy
and
possibly
a
soy
sauce
stain
on
your
shirt.
Cartman
Out!