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All-you-can-eat ecstasy, McSushi Blues
By Rod Wong
"We stumbled onto this sushi treasure purely by accident. It's located in the back corner on the second floor of a small shopping center. We stood outside of Sushi Taisho for a couple of minutes trying to decide if the advertised $19.95 all-you-can-eat sushi was just another sushi buffet with little selection and brown colored nigiri, or if it was really as advertised. Feeling the hunger pangs, we decided to give it a try."

Super Supermarket Sushi
By Amy Pang
"Sushi is one of the more affordable luxuries in life. Okay, you can't always have fugu or the rare stuff, but anyone can get unagi or hamachi and not spend a king's ransom. Despite my fondness for sushi, there's a ritualistic aspect to eating it that's a little formal for my mood sometimes. You have the little dishes and the presentation and hoopla. Sometimes I crave sushi, but I want to use my hands to eat nigiri and watch TV and have a Coke. In other words, the working girl's dinner."

Sushi Reviews: Seeking Sushi Bliss in Berkeley, Boston, Seattle and San Francisco  
By Siri Sosothikul and Wylie Wong

"Don't judge a book by its cover and never evaluate a sushi place by its decor. Passersby often mistake Berkeley's Party Sushi for a pub with its neon lights and dark interior. The frog and deer-shaped plastic balloons dangling from the ceiling and the ceramic masks popping out of the walls don't make it any easier for you to recognize the funky place as a sushi restaurant."

To Live and Eat Sushi in L.A.
By Amy Pang
"The big thing about R-23 is its location. It's tucked away in a row of warehouse buildings in L.A.'s downtown loft district, and the streets get hairy around there. After making a couple of wrong turns, a friend and I found the building and thus began an experience leading to nirvana."