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Designed to look like
a quaint Japanese dojo or something, we actually saw a crazed, drunken
man dressed in fatigues staring in the window tearing at his face
and screaming something about Charlie and napalm. While Sushi Hana
in no way elicited this kind of reaction from us, we feel like a "military
action" against the kitchen wouldn't have been completely out
of order. Maybe some Agent Orange would have added some flavor to
their otherwise boring presentation and lifeless fish. Look, we're
not talking a whole war here or anything (the situation isn't that
desperate), but maybe a little insurrection. And, yes, I do realize
that all these references are Vietnamese in nature, but our poor,
delusional friend outside was so convinced that he was in Khe Sanh,
we didn't want to let on to the contrary. Plus, if he has an Internet
connection, he might track me down and give me the business. [MF]
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