Oh yes, 'Hounds, I braved the hipster madness and dove head-first into the belly of the beast. My new boy suggested it, and I didn't have the heart to go - ARE YOU MAD??!?!? I'm a CHOW!
So, with a somewhat open mind, I summoned my bravado and had me some raw schtuff.
Place: Geisha House, Wednesday, 3/15 - 7:30 PM
Myself + 1 guest (New luscious steady)
Ratings in brief:
Ambiance - A-
I gotta give it up for this space - over the top, but freaking fun as hell. 2 stories, a fire pit in the center, all kinds of wild lighting, DJ, eye candy - fine, credit where credit is due.
Service - B
OK, so Miss J was a bit slow/flighty, but she was really SO sweet, our waitress, and as I wasn't expecting much . . .super happy = me.
Food (Taste) - C
There was a dish or two that made me smile. And then came the chewy salmon. So this is the mixed bag we have all heard so much about.
Food (Presentation) - C
Again - some was so-so, a few dishes were purrrty.
Wine/Drinks - B-
Great mixed drinks, lots of sake choices, but pricey *whistles*
Value - D+
This is where I have to give it a huge thumbs down - realllllly expensive (although I did not spy the bill - it was once again stolen away from me) - just not worth the incredible price tag.
Overall Experience - C+
Yes, it's fun, and there was a surprisingly yummy item or two, but yeegawds it's sceney and 'spensive.
There is something terribly exciting about getting all dressed up, being whisked off in a hot LA chariot with a hotter LA man, and heading to a truly Hollywood-vibing eatery. Geisha House is pretentious (right down to the lack of sign on its obnoxious pink/red neon store front), but when you slink down the rosey hallway and swoop into the main room, it's downright breathtaking. There's drama in this place - and I'm not just talking about the gaggle of actor-types nibbling edamame and discussing designer labels. It's a *great* space.
But what about the food?
We had many-a-mixie, martinis and shots of hot sake (I know, sacriligeous, but mr. man insisted), and they were fine. Good, not spectacular, but yes, full of dollar signs.
Crunch Albacore Sashimi - thick slices of rather succulent albacore (slightly seared) with ponzu, jalapenos, and crunchy-fide onions. Decent - freshish fish (the best of the eve), nice combo, but not terribly original.
Salmon Sashimi - served with a lemon-ponzu concoction - BAD FISH. Bad. Chewy. Tough. No no no, Geisha, I am not blinded by your beauty any more.
We also had tuna sashimi, yellowtail, mackerel, and octopus. All decent - not horrible, not great.
King Crab Legs - hard to mess up - these were *divine* A little drawn butter, a little lemon, a LOT of heavenly crab - so, so, so perfect.
We also had a couple of rolls with funky names like Marylin Monrolls or SOMEthing silly - none were notable. Rice wasn't quite *right*, and nothing smacked of crazy-fresh-goodness.
No dessert (just more drinkies).
The tab had to have been $250+ - and as I mentioned above, this was raw-fish robbery. FUN as all hell, people watching and music grooving, but for us crazy peeps that actually go for the FOOD - well, that's not advised. Keep the expectations in tow and maybe just stick to the cocktails :)
6633 Hollywood Blvd.
Cross Street - Cherokee