Firstly let me state this: VEGETARIANSSHOULDNOTGOHERE. My better half and I wanted some nice healthy Japanese so we googled and Unilocaled some reviews. This place sounded most promising so we went here. What a joke. I love Japanese. So I knew what to reasonably expect. We ordered vegetarian udon and vegetarian tempura. When the udon arrived, I looked around for an extra bowl. Just the stock and noodles in a bowl? Where were the mushrooms, carrot, hell, ANYTHING? There was a tiny sauce bowl with some thinly sliced shallots and a thumbnail of seaweed. Incredulous, I went and found the manager and asked what was going on. Before I go further — Asian people are one of the hardest people for deaf people to lipread or communicate with. She babbled and smiled gratifically and that was it. Yes, vegetarian. I gave up and decided to gamble on the tempura. That arrived. I stared again. Potatoes and pumpkin. That was it. Not ONE green thing. If I wanted that I would have gone to the local fish and chippery!!! It was bland. Very very average. Not so bad I could throw it into that woman’s face but… The next table over had people gobbling some meat stir fry dish that had heaps of broccoli, beans and GREENSTUFF. I am never ever going there again and I do NOT recommend it for anyone. I’m rather proud of this review, it was all I could do NOT to swear like a banshee — I have rarely been this disappointed. They need someone to explain the definition of vegetarianism to these idiots. 0⁄5. And it was ridiculously expensive for two dishes that would have cost them $ 3 to make. Disgraceful.
Des P.
Tu valoración: 4 Australia
Very prompt and friendly service. Reasonably priced, good quality food. Tempura was freshly cooked and served crispy. Sushi was outstanding. A little bit noisy — one loud group of people carried throughout the restaurant.
Jo K.
Tu valoración: 4 Sydney, Australia
The kind waiter took pity on a poor woman dying of heatstroke barely able to navigate the menu in the window. ‘Please come in and see the menu inside?‘ Grateful and feeling unpleasantly damp, I pointed at the only thing I could focus on before dehydration completely set in. Something sushi, and a bottle of water. Take away. He asked me to sit down and wait, which I did while mainlining the cold water and smiling at a couple of women eating a late lunch with babies in slings on their backs which they never took off. Looking enviously cool, the now two waitstaff brought me my food and kindly saw me off. Perhaps I was amusing. Or pathetic. I don’t mind, the sushi was great. I wolfed it on the wharf waiting for the Rivercat and perked up enough for a short walk. Miraculous. The serving was generous, and next time I plan to sit at the outside tables overlooking the wharf and the river, in a slightly less flushed state. I hope.
