I don't know how I happened by this place. But I can tell you it was by pure accident.
You see, I was actually in search of a pizza place called "Zia Pizza Company". Imagine my surprise, not to mention vexed perplextion, when I discovered this place to be ostensibly closed (hey it was 7pm, so don't ask me!). I look to my right...and notice a Japanese hibachi style restaurant. Despite that not being my initial intentional goal for dinner tonight, I figure, "What the hey? I'm down for some impromptu culinary adventure".
And so...in I go! I note the slightly fancy decorum, authentic sushi bar and promptly attentive hostess. I was seated within 2 minutes. However, things quickly turned dubious in the service department. Strange. It's like I've been having a run of mediocre to bad luck when it comes to service these days. Ah well. Moving on..
It took a good ten minutes, along with a nudge from the hostess herself before I was finally acknowledged by whom I assumed was supposed to wait on me for the evening. And what I was greeted with was...what I *think* was a server with a severe language barrier, accompanied with the personality of wallpaper; I couldn't even get a read on her. That's rare for me, considering I can read virtually EVERYONE!
Yeah, she lacked any personality what so ever! Although, to her credit, she DID manage to force the most convincingly fake smile I've ever seen on a person. I dunno why. I wasn't even displaying my "resting bitch face" tonight or anything. Perhaps I made her nervous. Who knows? All I know is when I ordered my wine, she had absolutely no clue what I was talking about, despite me speaking perfect English. I had to literally point to the type of wine I was talking about on the menu. Yeah. THAT happened. O_O
I should mention that after I ordered my glass of wine, it was served cold. This wouldn't really be a big deal except...I only ever order red wine. Yeah. It was weird, but not totally undrinkable. You all know me. I'm NEVER gonna reject a half way decent glass of wine!
Tonight I ordered the lobster (of course). It was cooked nicely, seasoned well also. Not the best I've had...but definitely not bad at all! I would return for this dish. The appetizer shrimp were splendid, too.
What caught my attention was the fried rice and how it was served. First of all, it was served separately from everything else on the plate. As in...in its own bowl. Okay? Not exactly traditional hibachi style (even if it wasn't prepared in front of me "real time" style...this should not matter)...but to be honest, this detail is trivial compared to the glaring elephant in the room: the rice itself was tragically under seasoned. How under seasoned, you ask?? Well, put it this way: four passes of low sodium soy sauce and two passes of table salt later...I was finally able to enjoy my Asian inspired side dish.
Sakura isn't an epic fail by any means. But I would be lying if I said I haven't had better. And by better, I mean like...there once was this small place in Fayetteville, NC called "Miyabi Jr.". They served hibachi style food. Of course the reason for the namesake is because they were literally the short order edition of hibachi cooking. Yet they were far more memorable than Sakura here.
Obviously, the lobster was the best part of the whole meal; the fried rice was the most lackluster, but not totally unenjoyable. The main drag of the evening was, once again, the service. The waitress might have visited me all of four times throughout the whole night, she barely could understand was I was saying, and like I said earlier...she had the personality of wallpaper. I've had more coherent and riveting conversations with chairs. I'm giving Sakura 3 blandy McBland waitresses with a borderline speech impediment out of 5. read more