Thursday evening at Isakaya on Parc avenue turned out to be a major disappointment and absolute turn off to try out other Japanese restaurants in the city.
The staff and service were relatively enjoyable, decor was half traditional, half trendy, slash bistro -- clean, typical, acceptable. The place looked quite spacey once you walk in, with a sushi bar proudly exhibited in the back of the restaurant.
The menu offered interesting choices with appetizing descriptions....on paper.
We ordered "assortment of sushi" entitled "sushimori." They give you a miso soup and a house salad before the main dish; those were quite the average of what you would expect. We were pretty happy with the food until they brought us the main dish. The first thing that caught our attention was the completely black-colored tuna roll the sushi chefs defiantly displayed in the middle of the plain white plate....a few questions spontaneously emerged in our heads -- was this some unknown new rare specie of fish we weren't informed of? can this really be their tuna? have they seriously decided to serve this to customers? ...is this a bad joke?
Turns out, it was tuna they felt was good enough to be served, camouflaged in soggy nori, old rice and yellowed cucumber...the result? a sweaty taste in the mouth.
After having boycotted that unedible roll, the waitress took back our plates and we caught the sushi chef swing an eye on our unfinished plates before bursting out in an amused laughter...
Trust me, no one deserves to eat this.