Liz S.
Yelp
Oh, Tsukiji. I wanted to believe that your fish, flown in straight from Japan, would elevate the soulless and mediocre OTG food complex that's colonized Newark Airport with iPads, leaving homogenized faux-globalism in its wake.
However, when I approached the counter (very cute, with nice murals), I noticed there were no prices. Like, anywhere. A bunch of signs on different sizes and how it works, but not a dollar sign to be seen.
No worries, there was a guy chopping up new rolls as well as a guy restocking. Well... neither knew. No offer to help me find out, either. I literally asked, "Well, do you know who could tell me?" The guy chopping turned away, and the other guy walked away.
I scanned the smallest box myself and found out it was $12. I passed.
My boyfriend arrived after me and snagged a box before I had a chance to warn him. The fish that I tried was better than grocery store, but far from restaurant. And that rice-- so sad. Dry, hard, cold. Sad!