Wasabi — Restaurant in Cheyenne

We went there almost a month ago, just my brother and a friend after a movie. Knowing we were going to be there a little later in the evening we made reservations at 9:00. They asked if we wouldn’t mind making it for 09:30 instead and we said that was ok. We got there at 9:00 and they were able to seat us right away.

The decor was nice, clean and very well put together. The live plants were very tasteful. The water works were high end and pleasing. They sat us down next to a mother and her daughter; sitting with strangers is something you should expect when going to a Japanese steakhouse. The table was clean and the grill looked well maintained. Then everything fell apart.

Another group joined us at the table opposite us on the other side of the mother and daughter. They were drunk, no that is too mellow of a term, they were wasted. Again one should accept the fact that there will be others sitting at the table with you at Japanese steakhouses and I do not fault them for placing them at our, the last open, table. What I do fault them for is the fact that they kept bringing them alcohol. In my limited knowledge of bartending even I know that at some point, before the person passes out, you are supposed to stop bring out booze for them to drink. This did not happen and eventually one did pass out but that was later after the third or fourth sake bomb.

The waitress took our order and brought out the first round of drinks (soda for me, Dr. Pepper or equivalent thereof) and a salad with a ginger dressing. The lettuce was brown and slightly warm. Not real appetizing however edible but when the meal costs $20.00 or more it makes a real difference. The dressing was appealing, the mushrooms were not. I will admit that I am not a real big fan of mushrooms but they were hard and very un-mushroom like. I emptied my Dr. Pepper pretty quick to remoisten the mushrooms. That was the only and last drink I had despite my best efforts to get the waitress to bring me another.

I think that is my primary gripe, the service. The waitress, who was covered head to toe in bizarre unappealing and uninspired tattoos and piercing, was inattentive and at some points rude when asked to do something. This rudeness was not only directed at a bald fat man (who I assumed was the floor manager or host) but to my friends and me. Her groans of disgust could be heard even though she tried to hide them, or at least I assumed she tried to hide them, as I asked for the fifth or sixth time for a refill on my drink. However she was not as rude to the drunk men at the other end of the table as they slapped her butt when she brought out more alcohol despite them already being overly intoxicated.

The cook who came out was unenthusiastic. In his defense we were the last table and maybe he had a long day. I only make this defense because he was unenthusiastic to everyone at the table and picked no favorites like the waitress did. Even though the cook may have had a long day I would have hoped for better service for the gratuity the bill said I had to leave.

The main course was rather bland. It was cooked well but nothing worth mentioning. My steak was poorly seasoned and was tough.

At the end of the night I was glad to get out of there and the drunk people tried to get their passed out fried out of his chair. I hope they didn’t drive home though I suspect they wouldn’t be able to get the car started let alone drive anywhere.

I didn’t tip and I will not be returning...

Missing my two brothers and father and the one living brother I have left who doesn’t wish to be a big brother. Being the youngest of a large family that is long forgotten. It was Easter weekend 24’ that a veteran And his wife paid for my meal and my kids. I did not get to thank them as they left before I was told. I started to silently cry tears and couldn’t catch my breath hyperventilating. A lady who works there came and patted me gently on my back speaking to me so kindly. Which was so desperately needed. Human touch and kindness to my soul. She even checked up on me after a few minutes. It was hard for my five and seven year old to see me cry, Something I rarely do. I hold my life together on a teetering edge of 20 college credits for the second semester in a row as a veteran myself hustling to get a degree fast as a single mom of two. On the VR and E program with the Va. I homeschool my kids and when I’m not at school I am able to provide them with the cheap basics. Free parks. Free lakes. Coupons in value pack mailers or just getting one meal for us three to share. I fast my breakfast daily so I can afford to take them out for one meal once a week. One meal shared gets their bellies full and I get to cherish a family meal. I use protein powders as it’s almost 1.70 a meal with that and do not buy much meat but what the colleges food pantry provides. I stick to the places with lunch specials or order off the appetizer menu. I go to only two places in town and they know my kids and I and sometimes offer extra rice or soups. My kids are not the wiser that people get their own meals. However, this Easter I decided with lack of other family involvement in our lives as most have passed on or have chosen to not be apart of our small family wasabi was the plan and a special treat. They get their own plates! I mean it was worth the experience and flash of the grill and they yelled chef chef chef when he came out. I mean We don’t have reunions. We don’t have these family gatherings others may think of as normal. So, I ordered three meals. Making sure the adult meal for my kid will make it three meals with leftovers. This couple sat next to us. I never told them I’m a disabled veteran. I never let on how stressed I felt. I did notice some patches of veteran status on the man’s jacket. Of course my kids talked and talked and taught this couple about sharks and spiders. It was a good nice sobering moment where it felt like we had a family. Like mabe I had an aunt and uncle. Or grandparents. Or parents lovingly together. I rarely speak my feelings. Lacking an identity to just face the grind daily. This is a beyond thankyou To the couple who paid and to the lady who works there. You have changed my life and my faith is truly restored to keep fighting the good fight. To not give up on my school. To stand tall and aim high. That despite lacking family but just myself to give my children that a community exists and I am part of something. Thankyou wasabi for letting kindness occur and also your follow thru. I will never...

I was greeted by a very beautiful women with long brown hair and an amazing smile, who sat me at my table. From there I ordered a hot green tea which was very nice, but at a “high end” sushi/Asian restaurant I would expect the tea to be fresh loose tea and not a bag of tea. For my starter I ordered 4pcs of salmon sashimi and 1pcs of bbq eel, the salmon seemed quite small compared to the portions I’m used to getting and I regularly eat out at sushi restaurants, the unagi on the other hand was one of the most melt in my mouth pcs of eel I have ever had, it was excellent, but small in comparison again to what I’m used to. I also ordered a miso soup that came out unsatisfying, it was not hot but more more on the warm or room temp side, the mushroom that was placed in the soup had the consistency of styrofoam and the soup lacked the usual rich flavour the miso soup has. For my main I ordered both the dragon rolls red/black at first glance I thought wow for the price these seem quite small! The flavour of both rolls where very well put together and wonderful to enjoy, I would recommend both to any sushi lover. The thing is even thou the flavours and the presentations where all very well done, this is the first time ever, that I have left a sushi restaurant still hungry, I order the same thing almost every time I go out for sushi, and will always take home leftovers for later, the portions just don’t match up to the high end pricing. My waitress was very polite and attentive to my service, she left me waiting for some time when it came time to pay the bill, and wasn’t quite on top of clearing away finished dishes before bringing the next ones but over all the service was quite good. My final out look on this restaurant is I would prob not go back for the sheer reason that cost over quantity was not up to my expectations and the quality was only there on parts of the eating experience. Sorry to my waitress for not tipping but that was due to the restaurant as a whole not on your...