BACK FROM MY LITTLE SUMMER BREAK, AND I HAVE SOME GREAT STORIES AND REVIEWS LINED UP FOR THE WEEKS AHEAD. I had a really good review lined up for tonight, but I desperately need to warn the population of a serious threat to its well-being.
Ever have a meal experience so bad that it ruins your evening? Eating at Typhoon Lounge was a mistake, and one that I won’t make again soon. The service was bad, the food was terrible, and I have never felt so grossed out eating sushi. I went straight home after eating here, purely out of fear for later.
Typhoon Lounge, 79 Saint Marks Pl, New York, NY – (212) 979-2680

Typhoon Lounge, 79 Saint Marks Pl, New York, NY (212) 979-2680
Experience: 10
Food: 4
Bill: 8
Quality: 3
Creativity: 3
Flavor: 3
Service: 5
Total: 36
EXPERIENCE: I was in a great mood tonight as I walked into the Typhoon Lounge. Good day of work, good evening of exploration, and I would finally get to try this Japanese restaurant I’ve always walked past. It was fairly crowded inside of the dark, cavernous interior of Typhoon. The walls are all dark brown and tan, giving the restaurant a tavern-like feel. The walls are lit by lanterns and sconces, and I kind of liked the atmosphere. Being alone, I decided to sit at the sushi bar. I had to flag a waitress since a host didn’t seem to be available (and I was the only one waiting for about 5 minutes), and after I explained my situation, I was seated with a plethora of menus. The sushi bar stretches along the Eastern wall of the restaurant entrance, after which the restaurant opens up to a larger seating area. The sushi bar itself had see-through plastic guards between the sushi chef and myself, so that I could look at the fish. Normally doing this is a delight, but as I gazed at the prepackaged uni and dry, science-class looking fish pieces, I began to wonder if I really should order the sushi. Luckily, the menu had a special deal, 1/2 off a very generous sushi selection! This would at least save me some money. After ten minutes of watching some flies swarm around a half-prepared eel roll as the sushi chef prepared some other specialties with his bare, dirty looking hands, the waitress came to take my dinner order. For the sake of the blog and the discount, I ordered an eel roll, a tempura roll (at least they’re cooked, but OH! the things I do for my readers!), and some nigiri sushi (yellowtail, salmon, and tamago). The menu had a curious way of labeling their rolls, by the way. Tamago was translated to egg custard (so I knew it wouldn’t be real egg), and crab was relabeled as ‘fish cake’ (so I knew it would be bad imitation crab). At least they were honest and let me know what I was getting into. I then asked the waitress for an appetizer recommendation to round out the meal, and she recommended a $6 beef stew, their most popular soup. I happily agreed with this, and awaited my food as I watched even more cracked and dying raw fish get chopped into various rolls. My stew came out about 10 minutes after I ordered it, hot and good smelling, and in a nice stone bowl. I knew my sushi was still a LONG ways away, considering the sushi chef was filling orders one at a time, and mine was at the bottom of 5 order slips. When my sushi did finally arrive, I had seen my sushi chef prepare it, and I really didn’t want to eat it. I downed it anyway, and by the end of my meal I was completely bloated by the salty, rice-covered mess I had ingested. The waitresses continued to shun my as I tried to call for my check, and the sushi chef, sensing my displeasure, tried to cheer me up with an on-the-house appetizer. I was way to full to eat this, and I thought it must be some kind of cruelty to stare at me as I took a few bites and feigned enjoyment. The waitress finally came with my crazy check (more details below), and after five more minutes of staring at my remaining food, took my plates away and allowed me to sign my way to freedom. The staff did not seem happy at my presence during this meal, and the sushi chef was smiling, but in a very creepy kind of way. I left Typhoon feeling gross and negative, with my unhappiness growing as my bloated body tried to make its way home. I gave the experience a score of 10, because the restaurant actually had some nice points to it besides the staff and my food. The decor was nice, and at least the place had ambiance, but everything there seemed to exist to make me feel worse about my day in some way, and its an experience I do not soon want to repeat.
FOOD: I dug into my stew, and the first bite was delicious. Not too watery, with beef broth cooked to tasty perfection. That is until my second bite – that was when I got my first spoon-full of grease. The soup may have had the right flavors, but once all the parts of it were inadvertently stirred together (I wish I had skimmed the top and left the rest alone), the soup was salty, slimy, oily, and the beef pieces were fatty and hard to eat. I’m sure this is a hit or miss dish, but I used to order stews like this in Japan (and Los Angeles!) all the time, and I never ate anything this greasy or salty. I set down my spoon and hoped that the rest of the meal would be better. The sushi was half-off, and the menu said something about needing to finish it all, so I wasn’t quite sure if I needed to eat everything I ordered or not. I was okay with this idea either way, since I only ordered two rolls and some pieces of fish. I quickly noticed the amount of rice the sushi chef was piling on top of each roll, though, and I gulped. My tempura roll was comprised of a single piece of dried shrimp tempura that had been sitting out since I arrived at the restaurant (and probably even longer), a few scoops of flying fish roe out of a saran wrapped cup, and a LOT of rice. The roll was topped with a glob of sticky, dark eel sauce. I figured at least the roll would be sweet at this rate, but to my surprise, the eel sauce was pure, liquid SALT. This salt sauce completely masked the already flavorless shrimp and rice, and with the addition of salty fish eggs, the roll was almost inedible. I downed about half of it before my next roll came out, and I gasped in fear. The eel roll was ALSO covered in this fake eel sauce. I waited for my water glass to be refilled (which took FOREVER), and used the magical clear tap water of the gods (it seemed that way at the time), to help me ingest piles of soggy, flavorless eel and cucumber wrapped again in a huge portion of rice. By the time my nigiri sushi came out, I was already bloated from the amount of rice and salt sauce and oily stew I had ingested, and already felt a bit like I wanted to pray to some porcelain goddess somewhere for it to go away. The thin slices of yellowtail and salmon had come from the bar I cringed at earlier, and I bravely tried each piece. The yellowtail was fishy and had hints of flavors (such as bad avocado and fish skin) that raw fish ought not have. It left a terrible taste in my mouth that I tried to cancel out with the salmon, but that fish was even worse, and I left half of the piece of sushi on my plate (an insult? Maybe, but I wanted this place to have it). My tamago egg custard fell apart as I picked it up (crumbled, actually), and was flavorless enough that I was able to use it as a foil for this egregiously salty meal. When I finally finished (or half-finished) everything, I didn’t care about the ‘eat everything’ rule anymore, and luckily, neither did they…or so I thought. As I mentioned above, I received a strange bowl of pickles at the end of my meal, and there were three things in it. Kim-Chee spiced radish, which tasted gooey and rank, served with also slimy cucumber and seaweed shavings. I took a few bites out of respect, but this was probably the worst thing I tried all night, and with no water left, I really wanted to up-chuck it on the spot. I was so full and digusting feeling after the meal that I left unsure of why anyone would EVER recommend a place like this to me. Everything from the kitchen and sushi bar seemed terrible, and it got even worse when I received my bill. I gave the Food a score of 4 for having a bad selection, using too much, chewy rice, and not taking care of a truly disgusting sushi bar. Even the kitchen food, pretending to be authentic, was greasy, salty, and almost inedible. Quality, Creativity, and Flavor all received scores of 3. The quality sucked, but the food was mostly edible (the salmon lowered the score to the DO NOT EAT level). The flavors were almost null and void. At least Typhoon thought of adding fish eggs to the tempura roll, but c’mon, salt with salt?! What are they thinking! The creativity was just not there. This restaurant offered everything most Japanese tapas bars offer, but with little NY variety, and everything seemed to be a mixture of the same five Japanese ingredients served in different ways. The only thing that changed on the menu was the meat selection, and after this meal, I don’t trust the fatty beef or the rotten-looking fish. Thanks to this terrible look at how one can ruin a Japanese meal, I am going to be more cautious than ever about where I go to eat Japanese food of any kind from this day forward.
BILL: My bill came, and it was for $30 after tip. WHAT THE HELL?! I ordered two rolls and 3 pieces of nigiri sushi at half off and a $6 stew (and a $2 soda) and I owed $25?! The math just didn’t add up. Turns out they fully charged me for a roll I didn’t finish, so beware the 50% off sushi deal, it’s a bit of a scam. I didn’t want to get into a fight over how salty the food was (just didn’t have it in me after this meal), so I paid and took off straight for home as I formulated this review. I gave the bill a score of 8 for being tricky and pricey, yet still offering some discounts if you can figure them out. I gave the service a score of 5, because they were slow and average, though they tried to be friendly at times, and I did get a nice after-dinner salad, though it was disgusting and served at the worst possible time.
I swear to you from the bottom of my heart, do NOT let someone convince you that this food is authentic Japanese food and therefore ‘different.’ I have eaten dozens of meals in Japan and NONE of them tasted like this. Japanese food is defined by its subtle flavors, so there’s not a TON of salt or grease in most of it. Mayonnaise is the strongest food you’ll probably have in Japan, and that’s because it’s comprised of eggs and oil and NOTHING ELSE. The food here is awful, it really is. I felt sick after eating at Typhoon Lounge, and have reviewed it accordingly. If you are going to have to eat here, I suggest getting something without rice and without grease, if you can find such a thing on the menu. Avoid the eel sauce, avoid the fish, and for the love of sushi, do not make any after dinner plans.
I hope you all have a pleasant night. Now that I’m away from that restaurant and able to get some rest, I’m certainly going to try to.

