Dear, oh dear! Walking in, dark diner booths, which are wickedly cramped and uncomfortable, obstruct the pay counter at the back.
To one side are a few made up sushi/sashimi trays, and there are a few shelves of Japanese dry goods.
But when you hit the produce case, that has single wrapped and priced potatoes and onions, you really have to start wondering what is going on?
Ok- let's say it's a casual restaurant. I went to the counter, and two young women working in the kitchen barely twig to there being a live customer. A couple of hello, hello's later one comes up and takes my money for some really mediocre sushi. Others put in orders, and were still waiting when I left about 12 minutes later... With other creditable sushi joints abounding in Whistler, you actually have to have a bit of moxie to survive. Samurai Sushi at Nesters has that in spades.
As a food market- well, I think we've already dismissed that notion.
So the place has a real identity problem. If there were a real Japanese clientele they were serving- like, for example Fujiya on Clark in Vancouver, then maybe they'd do enough volume to warrant being there. But not the case. A few occidentals with oriental culinary ambitions might buy past prime products, and hungry skiers might buy the odd bento box.
But not enough, and well meaning as they might be to bring Japanese ingredients to this mountain valley outpost, this place just doesn't cut it.
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