Anne Payne
I went to Kyushu in Virginia Beach with high hopes thanks to the glowing reviews. I eat sushi all the time, so I figured I was in for a treat. Instead… let’s just say I would’ve been better off grabbing a grocery store roll and calling it a day. I ordered the Newtown Roll, which shows up looking gorgeous—lightly fried, golden, fish still raw inside (just the way it should be). Unfortunately, it smelled like it had been marinating in a tackle box all summer. Against my better judgment, I took a bite. Big mistake. Huge. When I asked about the roll and its “unique” aroma, the server told me she still had to charge me because it was a “custom” item. I’m sorry… isn’t everything on the menu technically custom? You order it, they make it—that’s how restaurants work. To be fair, the miso soup was spot-on, and my grandma actually enjoyed her chicken teriyaki box (though oddly, they don’t give you rice with it, which feels like serving peanut butter without jelly). Overall: bad service, fishy fish, and a bill I regret. One star for the soup, one star for grandma’s box, and zero chance I’d ever come back.
