Sushi Generation


It takes years of eating sushi before you start to realize the difference between excellent sushi, good sushi, mediocre sushi and bad sushi. The sushi you get in the plastic containers at the supermarket is most definitely bad sushi (unless you’re buying it from a market in Osaka). Generally if you’re eating at a place that is frequented by celebs and rich folks, the sushi will be excellent (or at least it should be). If you’re going to a Japanese restaurant that has tons of television sets all over the walls so the neighborhood twenty-two-year-olds can watch football on Sunday, you’re more likely than not going to end up with something on the lower end of the spectrum (somewhere in the mediocre to bad range). We’re not sure the whole sushi/sports bar thing is such a good idea. So goes the situation at the less-than-cleanly Sushi Generation. The night we joined the festivities, there were none. Not only was the joint practically empty (despite there being a Yanks game on), there were soy sauce splatters on the table, the stools, the menu and the floor. The staff stood around in a coma-like daze not wiping, not taking our order and not really looking like they cared we were actually patronizing their establishment. Apparently everyone was too busy that night being part of the “me generation” to jump on this bandwagon. [MF]

1571 2nd Ave.