Seasons Of Japan

Ketera Shantice

3 out of 5 stars★★★☆☆

This place is usually on point when it comes to the bowls. This particular day was not the case. The rice was overcooked and very much mushy. I could barely mix my meat up in the rice. I damn near bent the fork back trying to get the rice. The steak was not seasoned or cooked to my liking. I thought the sauce would help, but it did not. I just ended up throwing it away. All in all I would still try them again.

Jackson Butler

3 out of 5 stars★★★☆☆

The full dining experience at Seasons of Japan can only be described as conflicting. For starters, the food works. Aside from the fact that the chicken was a little too slimy for my taste and felt like a cannonball in my stomach, it was worth the price. The service was good enough, the cashier felt quite relatable when describing the fatigue she had accumulated over the course of her long shift, and my food was delivered quickly. So far, this restaurant sounds nice to the inexperienced, but now we have arrived at the segment of the review where I describe the atmosphere. The sheer polarity between the main dining area and the tucked away bathroom corner is profound. When eating your food, you are treated with slow jazz, nice plants, and comfortable seating. However, the hospitality fades when you approach the bathroom. The restroom is tucked away past a dark and musty hallway, the music cuts away and is replaced by the repetitive, unsettling beeping noise from a foreboding machine. I was naive to believe that my experience in the bathroom would go uninterrupted. A man knocked on the door multiple times despite me announcing my presence. I felt surrounded, powerless, and afraid. If I hadn’t just used the bathroom, I probably would have pissed my pants in fear.