Katsu Express — Restaurant in Ontario

Words can't describe the evening following my consumption of Katsu Express' chicken fried rice, however, I'm here to share my story. My group and I were finishing a 48 hour exam. It was the final stretch. We hadn't eaten since that morning and we had completed enough work to sit back and enjoy some food. My well diversified team came to a consensus that Asian cuisine would be satisfactory to fulfill our cravings. I, a food enthusiast, was happy with this decision, and was excited to try a new restaurant. If only I had known what the future held for me. The chicken fried rice caught my attention on the DoorDash app. It was a safe option and I was hungry enough to eat anything. My order arrived, and eat, I did. It wasn't bad. Too much sauce for my preference, but the flavour was good, the protein was plentiful and my hunger was satisfied. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a sharp stabbing pain in my lower stomach emerged from the depths of my torso. I audibly gasped, my groupmates visably concerned. Then, almost instantly, a wave of unbearable discomfort overtook what felt like my entire upper body. Lightheaded, bowels stimulated. There was nothing I could do besides accept it. As I lay back, darkness overtook my vision. I woke up hours later to my groupmates finishing the exam. Much to their relief, I survived the unsurvivable. I rose above Katsu and their chicken fried rice. Although the evening was filled with trips between my bedroom and my bathroom, I overcame, and I defeated what I never thought I could overcome. I will not forget this Katsu, and my story will live permanently on the interweb. Great service though. Order got here quick. Groupmates food...

Absolutely terrible experience. I feel completely misled by the 4-star rating—this was some of the worst food I’ve ever ordered.

The entire order arrived cold. Not lukewarm—cold. Clearly no care was taken to package it properly or keep it hot.

They forgot the pearls in my milk tea, which is literally the entire point of ordering bubble tea. How can you mess that up? It’s basic attention to detail they just didn’t bother with.

The ramen was downright awful. It tasted like cheap instant noodles in a bland, watery broth with zero seasoning or richness. It was cold, soggy, and honestly disgusting. I couldn’t even eat more than a few bites before throwing it away in frustration.

The katsudon was even worse. Pathetically small portion, dry, tough, and completely flavourless chicken. It felt old and stale, like leftovers reheated badly.

This wasn’t just disappointing—it was insulting. For a place with decent reviews, the quality was shockingly bad, like they don’t even care what they’re sending out. I spent good money expecting at least edible food and got cold, extremely poor taste, terrible food quality, and low-effort slop instead.

Honestly, don’t be fooled by the ratings. This was a complete waste of money and a truly awful meal. I will never order from here again, and I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone who actually values flavour, freshness, or getting what...

Katsu Express doesn’t need to shout. It’s not the kind of place that wows you with sleek interiors or a cocktail list with smoke and mirrors. It’s a quiet killer — a modest joint that knows exactly what it does, and does it with swagger. The katsu is the main event, obviously — crisp, golden, fried to the kind of perfection that makes you rethink everything you thought you knew about breaded meat. It hits with the force of comfort food, but lands with the precision of something far more deliberate. No nonsense, no overthinking — just crunch, umami, and soul.

But the surprise player here? The salmon poke bowl. It's a punch of brightness in a menu built for rich, fried indulgence — generous cuts of fresh salmon, silky and cool, tangled up with seaweed, edamame, pickled vegetables, and rice that actually tastes like someone gave a damn. It’s not some sad, Instagram-thirsty afterthought. It’s clean, confident, and quietly subversive — like a jazz solo cutting through the distortion of a heavy metal set. You didn’t expect it, but you’re damn glad it showed up. Just like...