Omotesandō bamboo — Restaurant in Tokyo

So picture this: me, roaming the overpriced sidewalks of Omotesando, where the buildings look like AirPods and everyone’s dressed like they’re late to a fashion editorial that only exists in their mind. I’m starving, a lil dramatic, and somehow I end up at this place called Bambo—which sounds like a fake tropical resort and looks like one too. But hey, they got pizza. I’m weak. I go in.

Let’s start with the menu: I order two pizzas: a Margherita and a 4 Formaggi, aka basic with a capital B and dairy-induced existential dread. First bite? I’m like “okay, she’s not ugly.” The dough? That girl had potential. Soft, chewy, a little airy, like it went to therapy once and almost healed. But then the flavor hits and it’s giving... PowerPoint presentation with no transitions.

Mediocre as hell. Not offensive, not life-changing. Just mid with confidence. Like someone who peaked in high school and still wears their varsity jacket to brunch.

And the price? Babyyyyy, this was luxury cosplay. I’ve seen iPhone chargers on AliExpress that give more value. I paid ¥4000 for what was basically a flatbread in a costume. I sat there chewing like, “Wow, poverty is so aesthetic in here.”

But the ambiance? Let’s talk. The decor screamed “Wish.com version of the Mediterranean.” Like, am I in Tokyo? Or did I just get transported to that resort in the Dominican Republic where white people eat plantains once and think they discovered culture?

And they kept refilling the water. Constantly. Like babes I’m not dehydrated, I’m just emotionally parched from this weird-ass ambiance. Every time I took a sip, a waiter pulled up like I was in the Sahara. I felt hunted. Like I was part of an interactive dinner theater where the theme was "colonialism but quirky."

And the couple next to me? BRUH. On a date but looking like coworkers forced to sit together at the office year-end party. No hand-holding, no flirting—just vibes of passive resignation. The emotional intimacy of two people sharing a taxi but never speaking again. Watching them made me grateful for my situationship with my fridge. I've seen more chemistry in a public restroom line. I almost offered them a therapist.

And yet—plot twist—I’ll probably go back. Because the dough? Low-key kinda hit. Because I’m a masochist with a carb addiction. Because I love chaos. And because sometimes, overpriced mediocrity served on a wooden board with sea salt flakes is exactly what the delulu brain needs.

Final thoughts: Bamboo Omotesando – come for the European delusion, stay for the dough, and leave with regret and slightly better skin from all...

Everything was horrible!!! I booked the restaurant for my friend's birthday. I thought it must be a good place for us because of the beautiful view and it looks like a luxury restaurant.

The food was terrible. I booked a 5000 yen course for each person but drinks were not included. We ordered 1 drink for each of us and I also ordered a birthday cake for her. I had to pay 15000 yen in total. But it was hilarious cuz the tastes were so bad.

First, we had an apetizer. Well, nothing was special. Secondly, we had a beefsteak. I don't know how it done but it was different with those steaks I have eaten in my life. It was cold, bland and disgusting! Then we had pasta. Gosh! They put it in a small plate like a cheap pasta and it looked miserable. I think a delicous food is not only about the taste, but also about the decoration. However I was very disappointed about how they decorated the dishes. Well, I was only hoping for the dessert and the birthday cake .But I had to say sorry to my friend because we had to be disappointed again. The cakes were sweet and it were even worse than those cakes selling at supermarket. We ate only part of one's food and left the rest.

About the service. The staffs treated us so bad. From the moment I called the restaurant to book, the Japanese woman staff talked to me in a bossy attitude. When we ate there, the 2 white guys served food for us. They didn't show hospitality and nothing like customer service. I can say that they were rude. They served food but they didn't explain about the food, even the name of the food.When we asked them to tell us, thanks god they explained for us but in discomfort attitude. They put the dishes in the table strongly, and we can hear the sound clearly. I thought "Were they mad at us? " They never cared about their customer, like we didn't have enough folks or we need more water...They also didn't want to wait the customer to order. It's okay if the restaurant was busy, but they just told us to call them again to order in unfriendly attitude and walked right away so quickly like we made them wait for us so long like a decade. Thanks god that the guy brought a surprised birthday cake with smiles. However, they were so quick to tell us to pay the bill!

I was disappointed totally about this restaurant and I never came here again. I felt sorry for my friend because she got a terrible birthday, and I felt sorry for me because I paid such a high price for a low level of food...

We’ve been there last week with my two daughters to eat lunch the atmosphere was good the food was good but I didn’t like most is the Italian guy not sure if he is after we eat our dessert they gave our bill and after we’ve paid our bill that Italian guy came and said it’s time the next reservation will come so it means we need to go but they never serve our drinks that include to our menu we’ve thought they will serve it after dessert but never happened and before that we’ve ordered separate drinks before the food was served we’re so disappointed…for that Italian guy I don’t know if you’re the manager or what you’re in Japan please give importance to your customers. Please check your customers orders if it’s all done first my daughter’s pasta was forgot to serve while others were been served no explanation they never say sorry for that so rude.Never...