Yoshitomo — Restaurant in Omaha

In the choking, beef-scented fug of an Omaha twilight—September 18, 2025, log it in the annals of carnivorous exile, for the Missouri River was murmuring mutinies—I barreled into that clandestine sushi sanctum, Yoshitomo, squatting at 6009 Maple Street like a geisha’s fever dream amid the stockyard ghosts of Nebraska’s prodigal heart.  Five stars, you rib-eye revolutionaries, five razor-edged stars flensed from the undercarriage of the Great Plains sky, because to dock it even a half would be to betray the raw nerve of the East crashing against the corn-fed West like a sake bomb in a cattle crush. There, behind the cedar counter slick as a shogun’s blade, loomed Paul, the sushi chef—that stoic sorcerer of the sea, his hands a blur of tattooed precision, filleting fate itself into quivering nigiri, eyes like black pearls holding the Pacific’s unspoken vendettas. Paul didn’t just craft sushi; he summoned it from the abyss, each rice-bound morsel a haiku etched in wasabi fury, whispering of typhoons tamed and tsunamis tricked. And Georgia, ah sweet Georgia, the server—a whirlwind apparition in black silk, her laughter a silver shuriken slicing through the din, gliding tableside with the grace of a heron on amphetamines, refilling my cloudy sake cup with a wink that could disarm a daimyo or dissolve the defenses of a hungover drifter like me. She was the current in the vein of the place, ferrying plates like contraband dreams, her Southern lilt (or was it the humid echo of the Platte?) turning every “arigato” into a flirtation with oblivion. But the wagyu sushi, Christ on a conveyor belt, the wagyu sushi was the gut-wrenching epiphany, slabs of marbled beef from gods who grazed on ambrosia and regret, seared to a melt-in-the-mouth heresy that bypassed the jaws and detonated straight in the soul’s furnace—fat threading like gold veins in a miner’s nightmare, draped over rice so sticky it clung to the fingers like forbidden knowledge, a single bite hurling me into visions of Kobe cowboys roping thunderheads under a harvest moon stained red with barbecue sin. Then the edamame, those emerald pods—innocent as prairie wildflowers, yet bursting with a salted snap that echoed the crack of buffalo bones on the open range, steamed to perfection in hulls that peeled away like the lies of a traveling salesman, revealing beans plump and defiant, slick with sea salt that stung the tongue like a slap from a scorned geisha, a verdant palate cleanser that grounded the madness before the next wave crashed. And the roll—the roll, by the howling ghosts of Genghis Khan, the best goddamn roll of my misbegotten life, a maki monstrosity coiled like a taipan in the bamboo underbelly, stuffed with tempura shrimp that crackled like gunfire in a rice paddy ambush, avocado slices weeping creamy contrition, cucumber veins crisp as a false alibi, all swaddled in nori thin as a politician’s promise and crowned with a sizzle of spicy mayo that burned like absinthe regret—unfurling on the tongue in a symphony of textures that could rewrite the Bill of Rights or summon the aurora over the Platte. It wasn’t a roll; it was Armageddon on a bamboo mat, a cylindrical apocalypse that left me slumped in the booth, chopsticks trembling, contemplating the void between the Heartland and the horizon where Paul and Georgia held court like exiled royalty in this Tokyo transplant teeming with sake ghosts and small-plate sorcery. I reeled out into the sodium-lit sprawl, veins humming with umami overload and the faint tang of impending divorce from my steak-and-potatoes past, pledging a desperado’s vow to this Omaha odyssey. Five stars? Hell, I’d trade the family tractor for a lifetime supply. Paul, you oceanic outlaw; Georgia, you whirlwind wraith—keep wielding those blades and trays, for Yoshitomo’s fever burns eternal in the flatline of...

I love Yoshitomo, I got referred by one of my coworker and I was excited to go with my anniversary. Upon arrived, everyone was super nice except my server. When she handed me the drink menu, I told my partner I forget my ID so might not want a drink but then she started to show attitude. She doesnt even bother to care to ask if I want anything beside water. She left us about 5-7 mins before come check us again after I had to ask the women in floral shirt- might be the manager. She came back and getting started with the appetizer. She asked what do I want which made me confused because she started to showing attitude. As a fellow employer who working in a retail/customer focused industry I thought that should treat customers right but I distracted myself and thought that she had a bad day. Then I asked is bites shareable and she said ‘2 pieces’ yup. That is what she said 2 pieces without saying anything else. I already feel uncomfortable because maybe she looked at us like not a big tip since we look like students. Then I ignored and just gonna order hope that she might catch herself back after a moment. She left and 5 mins later she brought out the octopus chili and if I wasnt the one order I wouldnt know what is the name of the dish that she didnt bother to tell my partner. I got started with my sushi order and my partner and during the order I asked her what was her favorite and she said the spicy tuna with pineapple sauce on top. No explanation no nothing after. I feel like my table was her inconvenience to served. Up until this point I thought she still having a bad moment and then she never checked on us beside the floral shirt woman and other servers came to fill out the water and she came ONCE to fill out the water and she saw our cup was full so she left immediately. I saw another table came in with 2 couples and she was the server. Surprisingly she was so talkative to that table and she be like haha, bla bla bla and even care to explain everything like from the drink menu to salad, bites, plates. That time when I realized she didnt care about our table because we look like we are students and won’t have big tips for her. Today is my anniversary with my partner and I tried not to feel sad or annoy but today was the first and maybe the last one since all I try to do was having fun with my partner. I like the ambience I like the food but the server was the biggest disappointment since this restaurant should be consider upper middle class restaurant. I could choose blue and I been there multiple times and even I ordered just edamame the server still be joyful to served us. I hate to complain but today is one of our big anniversary and I waited a whole day just to be disappointed. Mind you I still left with 20% tip because I know...

I had previously given this place 5 stars because their sushi and quality is very good, however, I am updating it to 2 stars because of a few things I experienced the last time I visited. First, the service was not good. Our sushi was brought out to us on a platter and when we asked for small plates because we were sharing everything, they never brought them out. You would think the first thing you would get at a restaurant is a plate. Also, their water glasses are very small and the server didn’t even come around to fill up our water once. Although, their sushi tastes good, the price per plate is not at all reasonable for what you get. We are 2 people who don’t typically eat a whole lot and we spent nearly $100 for 5 rolls (no appetizers and no drinks in this price) and it didn’t even fill us up. We usually spend about $40 for 3 or 4 rolls of really good sushi at other sushi restaurants and get very full. Another thing that really took away from the overall experience and opinion of this place is that the restaurant is VERY stingy. They don’t offer any of the basics that every other sushi restaurant offers, for example, no ginger or wasabi, no kids chopsticks, no dessert menu, no basic appetizers like gyoza, egg rolls, etc. and we were charged $3 for a side of spicy mayo and eel sauce which was very upsetting. We always get a side of spicy mayo and have never been charged extra for it, let alone $3!! You have to ask for soy sauce and when they pour it for you, they literally only give you a few drops. Their extreme penny pinching made this place very unattractive to us.Once we even asked if the sushi chef could add spicy crab to the top of a plain roll that had nothing else on it and they said they couldn’t do it. This a very tiny restaurant and they only have maybe 10 tables. Getting a table is usually pretty difficult and I realized why. They take reservations with the expectation that each party will spend 2-3 hours there. Service is very slow and your sushi doesn’t come out until about an hour after you have ordered so they can get you to order more drinks and appetizers while you wait. Such a waste of time if you want to just sit, eat and leave and don’t want to spend more than an hour there. All in all, very disappointed...