8 Street Sushi Cafe

The last time I ate here, I got the worst food poisoning of my entire life. And I used to eat tacos that came out of a Cadillac trunk.
Food coming out of both ends like the Exorcist. Free amoebae to go, with my avocado rolls. After the 3^rd day in the bathroom, I decided to name that parasite «Lucifer.»
I can’t believe it still exists. The Indian place that used to reside in what is now a Tim Horton’s that was next to 8 Street Sushi was so much better. If you love your butt, never set foot here.

I popped into this little joint after seeing their advertised lunch special for $ 10.95. The place was empty except for one guy who looked a little hard on his luck, heartily chowing down. Normally that would creep me out, but the counter lady smiled and served him nicely, and he was very polite, and I came away feeling a little heart-​warmed. I got the lunch special which was chicken-​or-​beef, sushi and salad to go (not because of the guy, although even without him I don’t know if I’d eat in).
The counter lady called out the order to the chef in Japanese — excellent.
Even though the menu was completely in English, I accidentally ordered an extra piece using the Japanese terms (because I am used to sashimi, nigiri and maki, and ‘piece’ doesn’t really convey the differences between the first two all that well). Unfortunately, just because I think in those terms doesn’t mean I can speak them, and I ended up with tuna «maguro» instead of tamago. I explained as soon as I realized the mistake, but she looked at me really sullenly and like she was going to raise a fight («you said Maguro») and I needed to get back so I let it go.
The food was okay. There was a sesame dressing on the salad which I liked. The california rolls were awful — a big chunk of old avacado beside a big chunk of fake stick crab and not rolled very well. The nigiri were pretty decent, and the rice kept well. The beef was wayyyy too garlicky, but fairly flavorful. I just wish it had been chopped into smaller pieces.
Unfortunately, this place is on my way to Starbucks, so I get the feeling I might go back. I can’t resist the lure of sushi, even subpar sushi. Each and every time, I will get indigestion, but never learn my lesson because my name is Katie, and I am a sushi addict.