"Walking into Mrs. Fish’s subterranean space is the epitome of dramatic entrances. There are waves painted on the staircase walls (like you’re going underwater, of course) and a gigantic 5,500-gallon fish tank hanging above the multi-tiered dining room. It’s gaudy, cheesy, and for a few brief minutes, kind of fun. If only the other elements of this tacky vaguely Japanese spot lived up to those initial moments. Instead, what follows is a long night of loud music, sugary cocktails, servers who disappear for long stretches, and small plates you’ve seen a thousand times like oversauced pork skewers, vegetable fried rice, and supermarket-grade California rolls. We’re always down for a silly night at a clubrestaurant, but Mrs. Fish isn’t a clubstaurant. It’s just an outdated dinner spot with a fish tank and bad dance tracks. If an over-the-top night out is your goal, head to one of these places instead." - Brant Cox
