What makes my recent meal at Yoshi's Café so memorable is how uniformly misconceived and aweful every dish was. I used to enjoy Yoshi's back in the pre-Café days. I returned 15 years later hoping to find some semblance of its former existence. In stead, waiter was unpolished and clumsy, the soft shell crab tempura was bland and (dare I say) ordinary, the cream of mushroom gazpacho tasted like chilled watered down Campbell's, the seared Salmon sat on a bed of spinach that was so saturated with butter so as to ruin the balance, and finally, the special of the night, ""steak salad"" comprised of a Korean seasoned wagyu skirt steak accompanied by off-tasting duck leg confit and langoustine topped with mayonnaise all abed an over-dressed mismatched assortment of slimy straw mushroom, cucumber, and frise. My wife and I truly felt ill for a long time afterwards.
Pros: bus boy, water, never to return
Cons: food, service, ambience