Sushi Rikyu has 5 rules for it's 19.95 all-you-can-stuff-down-your-fat-American-face deal:
Rule #1: You must eat everything including rice.
Rule #2: You cannot share sushi special with anyone.
Rule #3: You will be charged extra for any special rolls.
Rule #4: You will be charged regular price for leftover sushi or rolls.
Rule #5: There is a two-hour limit when the restaurant is busy.
When we tried to order the special, the waitress attempted to talk us out of it. She said that the sushi in the deal comes with a tremendous amount of rice and we might be better off orderng one of the other dinner specials, but I would not be denied. I had suffered a sushi-less existence for far too long and I was going to overindulge in a way that would make my countrymen proud. So much for rule one.
Rule two was no problem either, since my only dinner companion was Josh who also ordered "the deal". Rule three bothered me not in the least since the variety of sushi available on the standard menu was sufficient despite my desire for a "rainbow roll" or some other enormous American bastardization of the traditional Japanese cuisine. #4 bothered me because I thought it was petty, but #5, the Homer Simpson rule ("look at the remorseless eating machine"), wasn't an issue, because the restaurant was not busy and we hardly expected to be there an hour, let alone two.
We ordered what I thought was a modest amount of sushi, a few pieces of unagi, hamachi, ebi, tuna and a four rolls (eel & avocadoo, spicy tuna, smoked salmon, spicy california.) But the plate the waitress brought out was huge, because there was so much damn fucking rice. The tiny slivers of fish on the nigiri sushi was mounted on a busload of rice about twice the normal size. Undaunted, we dove in.
It was time for round two. We were rather stuffed so we ordered gingerly, well aware of the financial penalties as dictated in Rule #4. I did something stupid. I ordered something new, that I had never had before at a sushi restaurant. Squid.
I normally love calamari, fried, grilled, whatever, but I didn't like this sushi. It was inedible rubber. The squid so was chewy, I couldn't get my teeth through it. I finally gave up and stuffed it into a piece of napkin stolen from an adjacent table and stuck it into my jacket pocket for later disposal.
After than we were done. It was good sushi, not great. We definately felt like we had gotten our money's worth, at least of good quality japanese rice. Then the bill comes. Rule number 6, which I didn't list above, is that a 17.80% gratuity will be added to check when anyone in the party orders the "special". No big deal because I normally tip 20%, being a former waiter and all. But on this check, the restaurant had added the tax and then the tip. It was only 60 cents or so, but I was so fucking pissed off. That is an absolute no-no where I come from. Forntunately Josh was there to keep me from losing my mind and breaking everything in the restaurant. I just left and threw my masticated piece of squid in the nearest bin.