I forget what the hell this was called. Let's just say fucking flamboyant.
Ever since I went to San Francisco, I've avoided most sushi joints, knowing that quality fish won't be found. However, at my friend's insistence, I begrudgingly had AYCE sushi in Stanton. As I predicted, I didn't care much for the taste, but I had fun trying to match our plates with what we ordered. It was a total mystery.