Earlier I had asked for suggestions for a sushi restaurant that would serve as my one last "sushi dance" in LA. I was paying for 2 other people so Urasawa was out. However, I liked the sound of Nishmura, and called to make reservations. I asked if they had abalone that night, they said not the steamed ones but they did have abalone sushi. I asked if I could sit at the sushi bar, they said the bar was full but I could have a table for 3 at 8:15. I said 8:15 would be fine.
3 hours later, when I arrived at the restaurant, I was greeted by the hostess, I told her my name, she looked down at her pad and said no. I don't have your name. Then she left my mother, my sister, and I standing at the door for 5 minutes while she walked back and forth fielding checks and helping the waitresses bring food out of the kitchen...all the while ignoring us like we weren't even there. I mean, c'mon the restaurant isn't THAT big.
So after 5 minutes of standing at the doorway I asked her what was going on, if we would be able to get a seat that night and she said no. I asked her how it was that she didn't have our reservation when I had a full blown conversation with the hostess about abalone and she just kept looking down at her pad and shook her head. Did not even bother to look up and make eye contact once.
Obviously upset at being treated like I was invisible or intruding, and obviously a little embarrassed that my mother had to witness all this, I left this alleged "LA gem". Thus ended my last sushi dance in LA.