Having to eat Crap Tacos on our last dinner out, and sad, counter-warm sushi the week before, we were due to hit a winner this week. We were OWED good food. Thank goodness Hapifish didn’t disappoint!
We were a party of six last night, showing up early to take advantage of the Hapi Hour offered every Mon-Sun from 3-6 pm, and all day Wednesday. We brought our Middle-Eastern student we are hosting from Hands of Peace (great organization I am happy to plug here). He said he loves sushi back home, and was excited to join us.
The restaurant is surprisingly large with a cool, beach vibe. There were plenty of hip surfy Millennials, as well as small children and pet dogs. We were seated by our Hapi server and ordered Garlic Edamame to start. They went so fast, I couldn’t even get a picture! Although they were good, I am a purist when it comes to edamame and prefer it plain. Same with popcorn. Why muss it up with so many toppings? It’s good just the way it is! Stop sprinkling artificial flavors and sugary junk all over popcorn that tastes perfect the way nature intended! But I digress.
We took advantage of the Hapi Hour menu and ordered a mix of rolls from it as well as the regular menu. The food was stunning! The Beach Bum was filled with crab, tuna and cream cheese. It was gobbled up so fast, we had to order another.
Julie ordered a Tofu Salad which looked nice but had no sushi. WHAT’S THE POINT?
My hubby ordered a Poki Taco appetizer. Yes, it really is THAT good!
The rest of the rolls were a blur of pure Hapiness. I don’t know which was what. Grabbing hands were happening so fast, I barely got photo time.
The blue fin sashimi was over the top. It literally melted into your Hapi mouth while you went to your Hapi place. It was divine.
Our Middle Eastern guest just kept saying, “Thank you. Thank you.” Apparently the sushi where he is from is nothing like this. Oh, he was indeed Hapi!
Bottom Line: Hapifish is definitely California-Beach type sushi. I’m just assuming the sushi in Japan isn’t offered with Cajun spices, sweet potato fries and tomatillo sauce. But it works! If you don’t want to spend a fortune, stick to the Hapi hour menu, and for Pete’s sake, don’t bring your hungry, athletic 16 year old son! Sure, our dirty plates could have been cleared quicker, and our waters refilled better, but the Hapi servers are so sweet, who can get mad?
Next Sunday, August 13th, the blog hits the one, the only, Captain Kenos! Oh, you don’t want to miss this one! Stay tuned on Facebook for the exact time!