Review
I got to say, most people don’t know this about me but I like sushi as much as the next guy. Notfornuttin, I almost married one of those mail order Asian broads before I found out that Russian ones were cheaper. But hey lets face it, I am lucky I got enough dough to drive in my IROC and enough to eat a couple meals away from my mother. Long story short, I was down by South street dropping a package off to somebody when I felt a little hunger pain in my belly or what some people refer to as the commonwealth of Pennsylvania. So I did what I always do do in this situation...EAT. Anyways, I hear good things about da Hikaru from my boy Freddie “Knuckles” so I decided to check it the hell out. Da Hikaru is what you might expect from a Japanese joint they got some sit down seating on da left like where there is no chairs and shit. God knows I can’t sit like that on account of my huge gut which da neighborhood has been deemed the “earth”. I mean I got what they call a serious animal like appetite, like bengal tiger or some shit. Listen, I don’t eat much raw fish but god knows I love that sushi and da Hikaru has got some solid raw and rice. Personally, being a native from the city my personal favorite is the “Philly roll”, its not bad enough I am eating raw fish and crab I got to do it with a healthy dose of cream cheese in there to. The food outside the sushi is pretty good also; I got chicken teriyaki that was dynamite and a Japanese spring roll that was really tight, so tight that I ordered three more orders while I waited for my sushi. The wait staff was all Asian, not to say that isn’t ok, but I have been waitin for a politician or the FBI to come break this racket up. They were real good to me as they were attentive to my every slovenly need. I got to say, I got so into eatin their food when I was leaving I realized there was so much soy sauce on my shirt that it started to resemble a map of asia minor. So listen to me, if you want sushi down on South street this is the spot to hit.
Got to say that sushi ain’t cheap for anyone’s standards, I mean, for real but they don’t hold you over hot coals or nuttin like dat. My bill was pretty large but I ate like elephant and that’s to be expected. For the rest of you yuppies you should get by on the bill better then usual when compared to your ole' shity spots.
I don’t know how many times I got to say this but its been said over and over. South street parking straight up sucks at certain times, especially during a large event at the TLA or some shit. Take a cab or be prepared to pay, the street parking situation is tight even for an IROC.
