A few years (and two cases of plan fall-out) passed before we finally agreed on meeting up again.
Said social media user is based in Markham, and having put Pacific Mall errands on the back burner for some time now, it was essentially killing two birds with one stone.
Alas, our appetites trounced the desire to shop; we retreated back to the car, then made the painstaking drive to Nichiban Sushi 4 U, our pre-determined (read: pre-researched) midday meal of choice.
One ought to note the narrowness of the Nichiban plaza, for it only capable of one-way traffic when the compact lot hit capacity. It was thankful that loading time has passed, and that no trucks were parked in the main passageway during our visit.
My friend - a seasoned feaster in the Milliken Heights area - did not hesitate to suggest the 888 Combo to share. The twenty-four-dollar platter had been named appropriately: it included eight slices of sashimi, eight specialty rolls, eight pieces of nigiri, along with the standard offerings of miso soup and side salad.
The nigiri and sashimi specimens were determined by the chef, but we were given the option to choose our preferred style of specialty roll. Black Dragon was my pick, on the basis that marinated eel has been included on the list of constituents.
In hindsight, it probably wouldn't have mattered which specialty roll was chosen. Quality was consistently terrible throughout.
The nigiri pieces comprised of limp sashimi slices and crumbly mounds of short-grain rice.
Yet, worst of all was the Black Dragon Roll: it was the most depressing compilation of soggy tempura and atrociously flabby eel strips. Such an abomination deserves no such title, for it was a barbarity against "unagi" as a whole. Even pre-packaged eel strips were far tastier than this especially woeful "special roll".
The single stall bathroom was located in a crevice nestled between the entrance and seating area, behind an open storage area. Cleanliness was undoubtedly compromised here, along with proper illumination and the basic amount of space required to maneuver about. One could not escape bumping into the edge of the sink or brushing dust bunnies adhered to the wall; conjure up an image of a gas station facility, but tinier and dimmer.