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tokyo sushi

remember the name. now use it in a sentance. for example "If given the choice between eating at tokyo sushi in royal oak and having my nuts coated in superglue and hanging by them from a steel beam, I would choose the nuts thing."

It's a sorta dumpy place inside, but hey, you give the benefit of the doubt 'till you try the food. If you can try the food, that is. 1 chicken teryaki and one chicken/egg with rice please. (after a wait of forever to even take our order, though we were exactly 50% of the patrons) 5 minutes later, "you have to choose something different. Our chicken is still frozen and we can't serve it to you." At this point, we were tempted to leave, but we had already been served Dole Salad in a Bag with ginger dressing, so we thought we'd stick it out. We also ordered some "japanese pickles."

We made some different choices (involving beef this time) and waited for our meals. One came out. It was wretched. Seriously. The worst beef you have ever choked down, on top of a salt lick of crappy (decidedly NOT soba) noodles. Since the other meal was nowhere to be seen, we split the first one. (Having already dicided the pickles were worthless, think: "wet/limp/wormy/unidentifyablevegetableanyhow" and you'll have the idea)

The second "meal" arrived. It was the same assy beef, in a bowl this time, on top of white rice and drowing in weak stock from beef boulion cubes. I have had far better "authentic asian" food out of a can from that aisle in the grocery store where you can't read the labels.

So, we choke down another few bites, only because I was starving, and the server/mistressofwhoeverisresponsibleforthiscrime cleared our plates and noticed we hadn't eaten many of our "pickles" (this, despite my attempts to push them around on the plate to make it look like we had). She then admitted she had no idea what the pickles even were.

Finally, we left. I wanted to stab the place. We decided, quite easily, that we would never return. I returned 20 minutes later. To recover a forgotten scarf. I just wanted to go to the taco bell drive through and get 2 grande meals to wash the taste out of my mouth...