It's been awhile since I've walked out of any restaurant with downright anger. But that's exactly what happened last night at Torajiro.
I like to evaluate several variables when dining out; such as the warmth of the servers and room, cleanliness, condition of serviceware, music, but most importantly, the quality of the food. Very few places I've ever been to fail on all fronts. Being the eternal optimist that I am (NOT!), I can usually find some redeeming characteristics of a dining experience.
Unfortunately, I can say without hesitation that Torajiro possesses not one feature that would lure me back. I would never recommend it under any circumstances to another unsuspecting sushi lover.
I easily had the single worst bowl of chirashi anywhere. Every component of the bowl—the flavorless grade D rice, the soggy, paperthin pieces of fish, the curiously bland seaweed and boring gari, spoke volumes. Do you know what it said? It said, "You know and I know that I stink".
The fish truly tasted like it had just been removed from the freezer and didn't have time to release the water from the ice crystals.
The uni was ridiculously iron-y. Even I, who would unequivocally say that sea urchin is amongst the top 2 or 3 culinary delights of the world, had to discard it like a mealy apple at a college cafeteria.
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Some can make the point that Torajiro isn't bad for the cost. But even with this in mind, I still thought that it was a total rip off.
I have no trouble admitting that this was the single worst sushi experience I've had in perhaps a decade, maybe more.
The sorriest commentary you can make about a restaurant is that you needed to go home and have a couple of egg sandwiches.
I had mine over-easy.