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As plain-wrap Japanese
restaurants go, this one is the plainest. They barely had the energy
to add anything but the words "Japanese Restaurant" to their
bird-dropping-covered awning. Typical of the many dinky restaurants
dotting 9th Avenue in Hell's Kitchen, Hana somehow manages to stay
afloat despite Mr. Hipster being what appears to be the only patron
on any given day. This particular day, I had one of my weird cravings
for chicken teriyaki. There's something about the white rice, teriyaki
sauce and little green salad that fills a whole in my black, black
soul. Then these slackers give me some chicken with watery brown sauce
that they claim is teriyaki. It had the consistency of soy sauce and
was the color of weak tea. Man, I hate being disappointed when I get
a craving--maybe I should train myself to only crave pre-packaged
snack food. [MF]
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