This place looked great: dark mood lighting, ambient dance music, fashionable waitresses in slinky outfits. But then I ordered the food. Things deterioriated badly from there.
The miso soup was the best of it: dark, over-tangy, and a touch too large. But at least it tasted OK. It was followed by vegetable tempura. This is not a hard dish to cook: you slice up vegetables, cover them in batter and deep fry 'em. On good tempura, the batter comes out light, crisp and almost fluffy. On this one, it was soggy as a wet biscuit.
After that, sushi. I had an uninspiring tuna nigiri, a dry king crab nigiri, and then what can only be described as vile mackerel nigiri. The whole point of sushi is that it's fresh and clean. This lot was well past its sell-by date. It smelled off. The mackerel was actually inedible. It's an oily fish; that's what makes it delicious. but the specimen I got had dried out, like an old scab. I physically gagged while eating the first one, and left the second behind.
Out of sheer stupidity, I then decid ry one of the restaurant's other food groups (why not: the menu is 38 pages long) so opted for a dish from the salad menu. It had squid on it The salad bit was OK. The squid, again, tasted off. So I left most of it.
Dinner for one, with beer and a glass of wine, was the equivalent of 30 euros. It was the worst meal I've had in a while, and marks the last time I ever attempt sushi in a former Communist country.