At last, we
arrived at our destination. Sam’s Sushi is fantastic, friends. However, one
must commit to a brief training session before entering Sam’s doors. There is a
code of conduct he expects from patrons that should be explained to
first-timers. A list of rules should probably be posted inside our sushi bar,
though I would never tell Sam this. Upon arrival, one is normally greeted with
a “Have you been here before?” inquiry from Sam. A one man wonder, this sushi
bar owner may be misinterpreted as curt or even rude with his directness. I
advise that you always answer politely with a “yes” but only if you have
successfully completed your pre-visit training course. One must not lie to Sam…he
WILL know. Your customer conduct and restaurant knowledge WILL be tested. You
will fail…it’s okay. Don’t take it personally- Sam has that effect on many who
dare to sample the best sushi EVER. When you walk in, sit the hell down and wait until you are noticed. If
this instruction offends you, I’m afraid you are not adequately prepared to
dine here. If dining-in, you are permitted to sit at one of Sam’s tables. If
ordering take-out, you must sit in one of the chairs closest the bar. Josh and
I were quickly corrected by Sam, who instructed us to leave our table and wait
in chairs for our to-go sushi. We willingly complied with smiles on our faces,
for we do not take anything personally that Sam says…and we always follow his orders. One must never
be in a hurry here since Sam’s creation of perfect sushi is an art that takes
time. Never, ever…freakin’ EVER…try to tip Sam. Just take my word for it,
kiddos- it is not in your best interest to additionally compensate our artist. Sam
will be offended and, quite possibly, angered by your attempts to hand him a
few extra bucks. ONE MUST NOT MAKE SAM ANGRY. Basically, those are the rules.
For complete Sam’s Sushi code of conduct, you must take the training course
previously mentioned. I’m fairly sure I’m still learning all the ins and outs.
I’ve heard some people refer to Sam as the Sushi Nazi, a throwback to
Seinfield’s soup Nazi character. I’ve seen Sam close his restaurant doors when
his small bar fills to capacity, permitting service only to those lucky folks
who managed to squeeze inside. I’ve seen sensitive customers become offended
when Sam corrects their behavior. Their loss- should have studied first. I see
why some people label Sam with the name sushi Nazi, but I think the people who do
this have affection for him. Sam gave Josh and I a napkin with our last name,
Hodge, written in Japanese characters. He laughs and jokes with us now when we
go to visit his bar. I’ve never seen Sam laugh harder than when he said, “Your
last name is Hodge-ey? In my country, that means shame. (cue silly Sam giggles
here) He’s an interesting and incredibly talented man, that Sam. As always, he
outperformed all other restaurants to deliver beautifully-crafted bites of
cream cheese crab, spicy salmon, and California rolls at an unbeatable price.
You should probably go there to fully understand the awesome uniqueness of Sam’s
sushi, near Printer’s Alley. Tell Sam the Hodges (translates to: Shames) said
hello!
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