Straight Edge Life

Went to the Sushi Station on 5th Street with my friend Rachel the other night. The atmosphere and food seemed authentic enough although I’m no authority or huge fan of Japanese food. Occasionally I get an uncontrollable urge for sushi that must be satisfied.
There’s another sushi joint in town, Sushi Domo, which is excellent, and preferred by my blue-haired ex-co worker, Zach. But Domo is expensive and I’ve been on a budget lately. Sushi Station charges by the plate. No, let me correct that, Sushi Station charges by the color of the plate. Sit at the bar and you make your selection from a conveyor belt of multi-colored plates where you can tell the price easily enough, but the actual sushi rolls may or may not be identifiable. I recommend simply picking what you can afford and figuring out whether you like it or not later. That’s what I did and it worked out well.

I’ve always sort of looked at sushi as a bit of a novelty. That’s not any kind of remark on Japanese cuisine in general, but the idea of eating rice and raw fish wrapped in seaweed is still new to me. So I will admit that I don’t take it all that seriously. I’m more interested in whether or not it’s delivered on a conveyor belt than if it’s flavor is refined. In fact, oh the horror, I don’t even like wasabi. I know, it’s a sushi sin, but to me it’s just amped up horseradish, and I don’t like horseradish. So take this review with a grain of salt.

The Sushi Station has good lighting, comfortable chairs, a nice floor plan and layout, attentive service and good prices. As for the quality of the food, I can’t say all that much, but it tasted pretty good to me, and Rachel didn’t complain. I give it a 7 out of 10. It probably deserves more. I don’t really know.