Once a week we [in the office] will normally visit Wasabi, a Sushi and Bento restaurant. I particularly like Chicken Yakisoba, pork or chicken katsu and chicken karagge (the latter being my favourite). It is not all hot food here as as previously mentioned they also sell sushi, I'm not sure if it is freshly prepared on the premises or bought in fresh but it does look and taste good.
The bento portion sizes are huge, Yakisoba for instance is served in a container about the size of a sandcastle bucket! I assure you, you'll not be hungry after visiting here. It is extremely clean and the staff are great, go and visit - it is like a little bit of Osaka in London.
There's snacky decency, and the food is OK, and not terribly pricey. They have some clever bits with plastic pull tabs to mix the rice and seaweed.
I am convinced that a fallen angel came in here to lay out the queueing system. It could not be more poorly designed. Everyone is always in the way of everyone. Nothing makes sense. There are places where you can make your own salad, but they don't bother staffing it. It's impossible to find out which queue you're supposed to be in (there's noodle soup, which you have to queue twice for, only getting the hot broth after you have paid, and even understanding that takes a mountain of time.
The food is fine, and reasonable, ish, though the pricing doesn't make any sense at all and the queueing is even worse.
But the triangular seaweed wrapped rice thingies for £1.50 are a great afternoon snack.
I've just walked out of this Wasabi because of the appalling service. There's not really much to review as Wasabis are as ubiquitous in London as McDonalds and I often grab lunch or a snack from here. It's so-so sushi and middling, canteen-style hot food, including rather addictive Japanese curry.
Today I am hungover and could think only of said curry. Also, their meatballs are rather good, so I decided to get a mixed bento - a wedge of rice splitting a box into two compartments, usually with a generous helping of two hot, saucy meals on either side.
Me: "Can I please have a mixed bento, with chicken curry and Japanese meatballs?"
Rude, miserable man behind counter: "No meatballs left."
Me: "Can I have beef teriyaki instead, please?"
RMMBC dishes up beef teriyaki and chicken teriyaki
Me: "Excuse me, I asked for chicken curry."
RMMBC (now both miserable AND angry. AND shouting!): "No! I asked if you wanted chicken teriyaki and you said yes!"
Me (incredulously blinking): "Um, no, I definitely asked for chicken curry."
RMMBC now almost entirely fills a new box with rice and then proceeds to add a dessert-spoonful of chicken curry at one end and a couple of pieces of beef teriyaki at the other end, then triumphantly shuts the lid and takes the comical little insult to the counter. At this point I turn on my heel and walk out the door, laughing, then buy a steak burrito at Daddy Donkey, with extra spice and guacamole.
Will I go back? Probably, as their curry more than makes up for the foul service. Also, the service was so unnecessarily foul that it was actually funny. The girls that work there are normally so lovely, I'm sure they could have convinced me a box of rice was worth £5.45.