The fiance and I have dined here countless times.
It's a special place to us. I took a bare bones, meat and potatoes Aussie girl who was disgusted by the idea of sushi. I mean, seaweed AND raw fish? You must be out of your mind, right? And proceeded to turn that girl into a passionate, flag waving lover of Japanese food. Seeing the enjoyment she gets out of a chicken katsu hand roll after an extended absence from Wagaya is always one of the proudest feelings for me.
I knew, in the broadening of Jessica to the different tastes of the world, Wagaya would be the best representation for Japan.
Not just the food (which is generally above average & certainly light years ahead of the stuff you get in the food court) but the famous Wagaya touch screen ordering system. It's divided into catagories (sushi, rice & noodles, grilled, deep fried ect...), from there you select what you want, the quantity and give "Order" a poke and the usually polite and courteous wait staff will bring it to you quick smart. The food almost always comes out quick. Believe me when I say, it's mighty easy to fill your table and inflate your bill in no time at all. Wagaya is a marathon, not a sprint. Pace yourself. Your belly and bank will thank you.
Although Jess and I both stand by the awesomeness that is Wagaya proudly, they can be darn inconsistent with their numerous offerings. Sometimes the raw sushi is sensational. Sometimes it's thickly cut and way too cold. Sometimes the tempura prawn hand roll is perfectly assembled. Sometimes the prawn seems like it was cooked with a flame thrower and the food seldom looks like the picture on the touch screen, this is especially true in regards to their a la carte selection.
But from our experience (a damn lot of it in the past year or so!) Wagaya hits more than it misses. It's worth calling ahead to make reservations. Especially for Tuesdays and Fridays. The atmosphere is busy, but the booths mitigate this and you rarely feel intruded on, unless you've got a loud table of obnoxious blowhards opposite you. The range is beyond varied and generous. As long as you don't go there expecting a great range of desserts.
Asians aren't mad about desserts, so the most interesting selections end up being the black sesame or green tea ice cream, which are both nice, but will do little to blow your socks off. They supplement the limited after dinner range with a very dense and slightly dry chocolate cake and a serviceable creme brulee.
Like any Asian restaurant worth their salt, there's no pretensions that dinner is the main event. There really is a little of everything from the totally safe and undaunting chicken karage (think Japan's answer to KFC) and the crispy pork sausages (I still can't believe that's on the menu, it looks so outta place!) to the more out there whole grilled scampi & fish, or maybe some chicken gizzards on a skewer.
The rice dishes are among my favorite Wagaya selections. Especially the kimchi fried rice with pork which ticks all the right boxes. A little heat from the kimchi, a little understated sweetness from the pork and plenty filling thanks to the rice.
But, the hand rolls are the number one reason Jess and I love the place. 2nd only to the nearby Oyama, Wagaya does a mean hand roll more often than not. It's the kind of food you catch yourself day dreaming about when you're on a late night Macca's run 'cause everywhere good is closed. Hell, I was daydreaming about hand rolls at my cousin's wedding! Point is, they're damn good.
And so is Wagaya. For the most part, atleast. But even when they're below their own standards, they're still preferable to the food court, and even some sushi trains. But when they're at their best, I have no doubt that you'll be in for a night that can only be described as a Japanese foodie heaven, a feeling that won't diminish until it comes time to waddle back to the car. But at least they validate if you park after 5pm. read more