If you've read any of my other reviews of Japanese restaurants, you'll know that when I go, I cannot order anything but sushi. I try, but some Ouija board-like compulsion forces me to turn to the sushi rolls. Nigri, maki, sashimi, it's all good, but I pass them all over in favor of a deliciously cool and complex flavor-carnival rolled up in rice. Did you know that they add some kind of vinegar to rice to turn it into "sushi rice" so that it's nice and sticky and flavorful? Just a nice little tidbit you can share with your friends to show them what a sushi connoisseur you've become.
Anyway, on to the review. The place: Whenever we drive up to Yuki, I feel like there should be a windmill sitting on top of the sign. Whenever I picture it in my mind, I see that windmill, like I'm about to enter the Moulin Rouge. If anyone reads this and goes to Yuki and gets the same feeling, i'd be interested to hear from you. There are cute fountains outside with water wheels-a-spinning. Inside, the place is nice with it's Japanese accents and wooden screens separating the tables, but it's nothing special.
The quality of service is pretty irregular. There have been a few times where it's been exceptional and I've had no complaints, and lots of other times where I've felt stuck in a corner, been placed under a broken light bulb, spent ages waiting to get my water...and then the appetizer...and then a napkin...then my sushi...then the check...you get the idea.
So why is this my favorite sushi place? One word my fine raw-fish-enjoying-friends: VARIETY, and lots of spicy rolls. My absolute favorite is called the Tsunami roll. It's got spicy tuna and shrimp tempura with cilantro...mmm. Another one has steamed lobster with avocado and cucumber topped with spicy mayonnaise and flying fish roe. There are probably 50 different rolls on the menu, most of which I've never seen at any other place.
My boyfriend and I play a game whenever we go to a Japanese restaurant. We try to leave the place after we've finished eating without hearing someone say "thank you." I think we've succeeded in this venture only once, and I'm quite sure it was because they'd turned their heads in the other direction for a fraction of a second. You can be sure we'd never win at Yuki. We're always assailed with a cacophony of "thank you's" every time we head for the door.
Always finish out your sushi meal with a little piece of pickled ginger. It's supposed to be an awesome palate cleanser, and it's a pretty nice breath-freshener to boot. And on your way out, grab a DumDum. Remember those little tiny lollipops? Yum...