The other day, I walked into a non-descript building, surrounded by a non-descript parking lot, in a typical area of town (Oak Street, to be exact). The first floor was occupied by one of the more ramshackle bars I’ve seen in a long minute, dark and silent and oddly non-smoky, with a sole occupant on a stool who eyed me mightily before guiding me to the “magic staircase” in the corner, which led up to a surprising find.
When I ascended, I found myself in a den of sushi perfection: Ninja Sushi. The light flooded in through the many windows, cascading over the pretty diners and the pretty waiters and the pretty sushi chefs, who made very pretty food. It was delicious. It was almost a shame to have to go down the stairs and walk out through the bar again (minus the sole occupant, leaving the place utterly empty) and the non-descript parking lot, but it was worth it in the end when I devoured my sushi take-out in front of my trusty laptop and felt the happy, slightly over-indulgent “stuffed” feeling in my belly.
Ninja’s got a solid vegetarian/vegan sushi menu and by all accounts not my own, the meat-eaters selection is great too. Prices are right and the staff was awesome.
I give it three ninja-kicks up.