It’s kind of wild how busy this place gets, especially since the sushi was pretty subpar. The real perk is the clearly labeled gluten-free menu—huge win—and the happy hour prices make it more appealing.
But let’s talk about the service. Hawaiian shirt and mustache man—yes, you—our waiter. You quite literally stopped serving tables mid-shift to hang out and laugh behind the bar with your friends. We could see you. It wasn’t slammed. You just… opted out. Our food was delivered by kitchen staff, we never got drink refills, and after our plates were cleared (thanks to the ever-diligent dish crew), we sat for another 30 minutes before finally flagging someone down to pay. As we were walking out, you cheerfully waved from behind the bar with a “Have a great day, y’all!” So… you did remember us?
Despite the laughably bad service, the gluten-free options and happy hour prices might bring me back—but next time, I’ll cross my fingers for a different server.