Alright, I am struck with a severe case of disappointment regarding Nihon Sushi Bar. Nihon means Japan in Japanese but I would rename it to Kekkōdesu which means No thanks. Admittedly, I do not like writing negative reviews but it has to be done so here goes.
Novio, the fam, and myself went out yesterday night to celebrate a very special occasion, me. Yesterday was my birthday and I had a hankering for some raw fish wrapped in little rice blankets. Novio recommended this place because it had a nearly perfect score and me being in love decided that he had enough judgement to know a good place from a bad one. The reason it has such a great score is because it has about ten reviews. We drove all the way to Guaynabo and found this little "hole in the wall" type sushi joint that lies in a small strip mall next to an outdated Açai place and under a gym.
I am all for trying new things so we went in with empty bellies and open minds. The service was absolutely terrible, this young man was slower than my 80 year old grandmother and he had apparently had a long day because along with his parsimony came a bad attitude. We ordered edamame which took a long time to arrive. They were as you would expect edamame to be, how can you go wrong with edamame? Then we ordered sushi; we ordered so many I lost track of the names but I can tell you the Victorias Secret, Michael Jackson, Green Dragon, and Rainbow Roll; taste great. They did something I am completely against on one of the rolls and let me give you a little back story on this before I proceed...
When ordering the rolls Novio came across one, the Angel Roll, that required the sushi to be torched with a literal butane torch. I specifically told novio that if done wrong this would end up tasting like pure gas and he came up with the clever argument that if Creme Brule doesn't taske like gas then this shouldn't either. I reluctantly obliged to his desire for flamed sushi and we ordered it, to Oscar the Waiter's, recommendation.
Oscar, (not his actual name but in reference to Oscar the Grouch this is what he shall be called henceforth) took out the torch and went Ghostrider on our roll with YELLOW flame (it is supposed to be blue so the gas flavor doesn't permeate the food). Effectively we ate a lovely eight piece serving of butane roll with extra gassy flavor. Once everyone was finished I reluctantly ordered dessert, fried Ice cream, again to our dear Oscars recommendation. He put a candle on the deep fried scoop and we all partook in this not so delicious delicacy. It was soggy, oily, wet mess. Additionally, and very important to Novio that I add that in here, the cloth napkins smelled horrible. I think they share them with the gym upstairs. The place is extremely cheap and has excellent ratings on google, but it just did not work for me and I will not be going back. read more