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🤮 1/5 - I am half-Japanese, lived in Tokyo for 2 years, and have
By 👻 @Keith D., 02/27/2022 3:00 am
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I am half-Japanese, lived in Tokyo for 2 years, and have eaten at many of the great Japanese restaurants in LA.Our meal at Yamakase (for $440 each with tax and no alcohol) felt like eating in a real life version of a parody, where a bumbling cook with no training is given a free box of expensive ingredients and tries to conjure up a meal. In this episode, the chef has only a homely set of small, cheap bowls to serve with, and no oven or heat source. In fact, everything is served ice cold as though taken directly from the refrigerator. The first red flag was that the chef was standing at the front door smoking when we arrived. The second was that water was served in plastic Solo cups. The restaurant smells slightly rancid, the decor is dingy, and expensive wine bottles line the walls in a mashup of frat house decor meets wealthy victims list. Yes, you will be served a predictable hit list of uni, truffle, caviar and oysters, but no where have I found these precious ingredients delivered with less thought, skill or intent. Just because they're expensive doesn't make them good in the hands of a fraudulent imposter of a chef. Three separate dishes were drenched in gooey sesame salad dressing, the sushi was pre-drowned in gallons of soy sauce, and the hairy crab was offered up as though the chef had stepped on it in the kitchen and then still forgot to include any sauce. Cold, slimy and mushy was the predominant theme of the meal. This was interrupted once by a serving of trail mix, and another time by a bowl of soba that while tasty, was delivered overflowing a small miso soup bowl as though from an elementary school cafeteria. The saddest part of the evening comes at the end, when you're feeling offended and nauseous, wander across the street to the vibrant scene at the Oaxacan taco stand, and slowly savor two delicious tacos, dejectedly wishing you had bought 200 of these instead of getting conned by LA's greatest sushi scam artist.
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