Klay A.
Google
As a die-hard sushi lover, this was actually insane (not in a good way).
I love sushi. Like, love sushi. I know my fish, my texture, my temperature, my rolls, all that.
So trust me when I say this: this place is wild — and not the good kind.
I ordered a crab roll and somehow got imitation crab so cheap it tasted like someone whispered the word “ocean” at a rubber band.
My warm fried roll came out cold — straight up fridge-temperature.
The fish was fishy, which is literally the one thing fish should never be if you’re serving it raw.
They slapped wasabi on my sushi even though I didn’t ask for it, and I hate wasabi touching anything I didn’t authorize.
The tobiko? Barely there. More like three lonely fish eggs holding hands.
And the rolls were falling apart like they were spiritually done with life. Zero structure, zero care.
For real, I’ve eaten sushi from hole-in-the-wall spots, high-end omakase, grocery aisles, even gas stations — and this was somehow the worst balance of “expensive enough to pretend it’s good” and “prepared like nobody tasted it before serving.”
If you actually love sushi, skip this place.
I wish I did.
— a very disappointed but very experienced sushi enjoyer
