Although I have eaten at Wasabi 34 for a number of years, it was one event in particular that changed my perspective of the restaurant forever. My review for this restaurant will be a bit unorthodox but the following story IS relevant to my opinion of this place so please bear with me. My tale begins on one windy and frigid winter day. I decided that I was in the mood for sushi. Naturally, I called the number for Wasabi and placed an order for me to pick up. I excitedly clambered into the front seat of my car and drove off. I was eager with anticipation, for my taste buds would soon be indulging in the succulent flavors of fresh yellowtail and salmon sashimi. Just as I pulled into the restaurant's parking lot however, my fervent dreams of the piscine were interrupted by a sudden jolt. My car had suddenly stopped! Wondering what was wrong, I stopped the car's engine and stepped outside. Moments later, plumes of smoke began billowing out from under the hood! Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a glint of orange from underneath the car. To my abject horror, I realized that the glint of orange was actually a small flame! After five seconds of gaping at the car in disbelief, I made a call to 911 and informed them of the situation. I continued to watch the unrelenting flames grow and consume the hunk of metal that used to be my car. The heat emanating from the flames was not comforting. It did little to soothe my fears or the biting cold of the -12 degrees celsius temperature. As I stood alone on the parking lot, one profound thought crossed my mind that would single handedly define the entirety of my existence on God's earth: "I sure hope this doesn't mean that I won't get to eat my sushi."
Fortunately, the car was far enough away from the restaurant that the fire had made no contact with it. I informed the owners of the situation and all of the customers quickly left the premises. The police and firemen arrived and put out the flames. After they finished interrogating me, they towed the car away and left. The harrowing event had done nothing to spoil my appetite however, and I returned to the restaurant to finally pick up my order. I still felt a twinge of guilt for ruining the customers' dining experiences and causing the restaurant to lose business in the process. I assumed that my return would be met with nothing but disdain. Instead however, the woman at the register expressed concern for my wellbeing and asked if I was ok. She even refused to accept my payment for the order and said that I could take it for free! I was stunned. Here was I, the gluttonous fool who still had the nerve to prance into the establishment that he had almost singlehandedly burned down and still demand service. Yet despite this, the people there were treating me with kindness that I did not deserve. I had never been treated with such compassion in my entire life! Despite my objections, I eventually relented and picked up the plastic bag containing my food, tears streaming down my face as I was overcome with gratitude. I had a relative come and pick me up. Similarly to how the greek hero Odysseus struggled to return to his homeland of Ithaca, I too had faced a journey fraught with arduous challenges and was forced to overcome them before I could gain the satisfaction of returning home and eating my dinner. My dinner was not the most important thing that I took away from the journey however. My experience at Wasabi 34 taught me to never take the benignity of the human heart for granted ever again.
The sushi was ok too. I recommend the chirashi.
TLDR: car catches on fire on the way to pick up order, nearly burn down restaurant, restaurant gives me order for free read more