I had the displeasure of dinning at the infamous sushi Nazi’s headquarts, discretly named Nozawas to lure unsuspecting victims

My date and  I walk in, the sparsel decor was cold like a butcher shop out of the Sopranos. I am seated at a red plastic stool, and was probably chosen to aid in craming as many people at once into the already crowded sushi bar. Minutes later another stool is retrieved from the back, and a solo dinner is squeezed and wedged in next to me, basically I am on his lap, and he is not my date ( he had bad coffee breath ) I am greeted by, the unannounced to me at this time, the owner and only Japanese chef Kazunori Nozawa aka “SUSHI NAZI” . His warm and fuzzy greeting,( not )  includes a mean look of disapproval, and a stare that clearly says – if you say or do the wrong thing, you will be taken out back at shot by a firing squad of other hostile mean hate customer spirited sushi chefs. The wrong thing ?  crimes eligible for death penalty, or thrown out, and told not to come back, is to ask is for a menu, soy sauce, or a California Roll, Gasp…His “gimmick” is “trust me”  I didn’t. Cheap plastic plates were put in front of us, and I am a sushi aficionado, and this stuff was on par with grocery store or gas station sushi. Slop is put in front of me at lightening pase, I already have indegestion from eating so uncomfortably fast and “no talking” seems to be another rule. What an awful experience, wedged into a tiny overcrowded sushi bar, made to feel you were a dog sitting nicely for your treat, come on, this awful dictator behaviour is far acceptable. This guy needs Minx’s Charm School stat, but I don’t think he can be broken of his ways. The check arrives, and they could put any amount, as there is no menu to check, and maybe my date paid more, as we pulled up in a 5 series Mercedes, and I was Minxed Out – (wearing all my labels at once, ostentaious, I know, he, he )so maybe I check was $20 more than the couple ala Sears Catalougue….I wonder ? Its expensive for what it basically was, and we pay, just to be allowed to leave without incendent, or firing squad

Is it just me, and I went on an off night ? Its always busy, people are waiting in the mini mall parking lot outside. As people are writing the stellar reviews that make no sense to me, is everyone scared of the Sushi Nazi, and are too afraid to tell the truth ? Well, I am a LA Westsider, and I rarely cross the Mason Dickson Line into the 818 Zone known as the San Fernando Valley. So Sushi Nazi, come hunt me down, you’ll find me at Nobu, he has menus, soysauce and anything you want period, and he gives smiles and hugs ( to me as I am now in the Matsuhisa click – jealous ?)