Yesterday, Sasha and I went out to Bellevue to grab dinner. Brainstorming places in the car, we had settled on Asian food and we both remembered a place that we used to go to often and loved, but hadn’t been to in awhile. Sushi Yama. Little did we know that this would be the dinner of all that is absolute fail.

So let’s do a play-by-play.

- My first plate is Salmon. It’s hard to mess that up. My first bite is warm and the rice is crispy? Dude, I know it’s a hot day, but seriously…

- Sasha orders a futomaki roll. It’s vegetarian. When we get it, she suspects that there is eel in it so she asks me to check and I cut off a little piece and sure enough it was eel. After notifying one of the chefs he proceeds to put it right back on the conveyor belt! We were shocked.

Strike one

- Sasha also ordered another roll previously and I had ordered a seared salmon and another roll. (status: It never came) We kept continuously making eye contact with them but they were too busy making a series of other things… there were FIVE other people eating in the restaurant. That includes us.  And that should’ve been a tip to us. Second Strike.

- With about 2-3 plates each, we are just over it. We ask for our check and tell the girl at the front who is somewhat of a hostess our concerns. We’ve seen her plenty of times before and she’s nice so we try to be easy. However the woman who manages the restaurant, hears us and says, “that they had our orders ready and were calling them out, but neither my friend nor I heard anything and no one told us.” The woman told Sasha that she shouldn’t order something if she wasn’t going to eat it. Very snappily.

To conclude. Sushi Yama, you disappoint me. I adored your restaurant, but somehow you went downhill. Was it the recession? Bad day? I don’t know… but we will never come back to you again. :(