If you can push your way past the soulless suits and the siliconed stacies to get to your seat, you’ll be doing better than I am with this alliterative opening…

Ki is a meat market. Even if you are lucky enough to score a seat at the bar, you’ll soon suffer the wrath of the BAR ARM!! Hundreds of thirsty singles (and marrieds looking to impress or score, or both) thrusting their arms past you to grab the drinks they ordered, or put their empties back on the bar. As you are chatting with your companion, a leathery, tanned, cougar arm will jut between the two of you and you will be forced to stare at her sun spackled saggy boobs whilst she orders a drink and rearranges her Pamela-do. (maybe the guys like this..)

The food is good, but honestly…if you want Sushi or Japanese…GO TO A JAPANESE RESTAURANT! It will cost you a fraction of the price and taste just as good. They do win points for presentation, but much like the bar itself, looks aren’t everything. There needs to be something beyond the shallow facade of KI. Sadly, the deepest we got was when my friends’s jacket slipped into the running river next to out table for a swim.

The food is unmentionable comapred to the foolish crowd. Not a place to eat.

A trendy looking sushi bar (own by The Keg Steakhouse chain) that, not surprisingly, is more focused on being trendy than the quality of sushi. However, the kiwi-tuna makimono is quite tasty.