Late night, The Monster is in need of sustenance. Enter Ryoko’s. Looks like a dive bar, jams incredibly loud tunes, clientele sports piercings and purple hair while wearing three piece suits and it is ultimately a sushi bar for the party set open late into the eve.
Ryoko’s is a spot The Monster has found himself in before while visiting San Francisco and vaguely remembers enjoying. Vaguely due to the high amounts of alcohol invariably consumed. Perhaps tonight he’ll remember what he eats.
A shit-ton of food is ordered. It’s a bacchanal, an orgy of epicures all shouting out orders. The waiter looks at us like we’re crazy. We are. Deal with it. There is sake. And beer. And water for the heartburn.
The food goes from sublime to dirty. Very little consistency. That spicy yakitori sucks donkey balls. The garlic tuna is hydrogen bomb good. Pretty soon the meal becomes less about eating and more about downing beer and sake. Conversation trumps consumption.
The food continuously arrives as if in a hyper-dream. Laughter fills the space between bites. Sometimes the food is so bad that it must be dumped from the memory banks. Other times it is worthy of pause and the table round admires the acumen displayed.
Ultimately Ryoko is meant as theater for your party, a colorful kaleidoscope to enter into on nights when you know the clock will strike much later than it should and you will still be engaged in poppycock conversation with your mates when you should be merrily dreaming instead.
Why go? You look dazzlingly fly and are stupendously engaging. Also, it’s late and you’re hungry.
Monster rating: 2½/5 Monsters
619 Taylor Street
San Francisco, CA 94102