Though rather plain, the maki is acceptable, the salmon sashimi fresh. Somehow my request for a number 118 turns into a request for a 127. When brought to the server's attention, profuse apologies follow, but neither offer to remove nor remedy with some sashimi. Despite this gaffe and somewhat underwhelming food, New Generation does have the most charm, and the most personable servers. A few doors west, at the more upscale Sushi on Bloor, tables seem to turn over faster.
People eat and leave, without a leisurely linger.
It's neither that the room is cold and unwelcoming, nor is the staff unpleasant. But in spite of the fact that it serves complimentary green tea, the room doesn't entice you to stick around. After deepfry overload moments before, it's time for veggies. It's a kaleidescope of sensations from the bland rice to the sweet pop of the roe to the flesh of the crab. The latter two are again an acquired taste, both for flavour and texture.