I finally did it. I been thinkin abt hittin blowfish sushi for a min. It’s really a block from my house. I have no idea any y I never been out there. Anywho. I went n ya. Get it in
To start, the ambiance it real crackin. It’s got a hipster euro feel, which is a lil funny since it has manga all over. The music brought me right Bach to my Paris shit.
The drinks, always a pt of judgment. They were unique n delicious. N Japanese oriented. Plus who can argue with half off local thurs.
They had some little screens, well big screens, with some anime jumpin off. To start, me n anime have always had a wierd relationship. I always have discouraged (/hated on… Don’t tell) ppl that watch anime, most often my BruhBruh. But, at the same time, I def have a soft spot for the artistry and the creativity. Wierd. I guess it’s societal tropes vs the self. Or something. Either way. I’m sitting. Sippin some ill ass cucumber h2ö. Watching this shit. On one screen was Afro samurai. Crackin. Off top. On the other was some shit I just couldn’t figure out, though I have to say it did not help that there was no sound. This chick was just gratuitously neck-ed (I was just informed by a cute Texan the difference between naked, like in the bath n neck-ed like….. Uh, you know) the whole time. Wierd and captivating at the same time.
So I likethe ppl. The ambiance. The décor. The drunks. But the best was the food. Wasabi tobiko. I mean come on. It’s a wrappper.
In all if u hit the sco. GOOOOO
