I'm visiting my college town 2yrs after my graduation. I show up here alone after a long day of driving. I say I'd like to eat, after being asked if I'm here to pick up. "Just you?" ,they ask. "Yep. Just me. I'd like to sit someplace quiet" I have migraines, social anxiety, and I'm on the spectrum; bright lights and loud noises are stressful. Regardless, I'm here to spend a pretty penny on sushi for myself. I'm directed over to a host who is about to seat the folks that walked in after me. Everyone stops and stares at me awkwardly. I'm brought into the main dining area. There are a few older couples and groups dining. Not ideal but I'll take it. My wait appears with tea and shortly thereafter, a family consisting of grandparents and two screaming kiddos. Nice! I ask to me seated in another quieter room (like the sunporch) away from children. What I'm offered are the table across from the chaotic family; and a table right by the entrance. Clearly this isn't going well and the wait staff have no interest in reseating me somewhere more suitable. "Forget it" I say. We'll try this. The scene quickly escalates to what can only be described as a platform for a bad comedy skit; Children are screaming and kicking and punching and running around. More family members and babies arrive. I'm struggling to eat my $20 chirashi in peace. I'm getting frustrated. This has got to be a joke. Right? I paid in cash, asked for my cange back. Left a nice sentiment on the back of the slip wishing that my server enjoy the tip from the folks he seated behind me. Yikes.