Tokyo Do Japanese Cuisine - Bethlehem

I’ve been to Tokyo Do three or four times over the last year, and each time I’ve been pleased. The seafood is fresh, and you can ask for it to be prepared however you like. (I like some of my sushi very spicy, and they do accommodate! If you like Saki (or anything else alcoholic with your meal you’ll need to bring it along. The restaurant is B.Y.O.B..

I don’t know where Figaro2 went… the plastic flowers were right, but after that – Figaro 2 is SOOOOO wrong. I don’t usually write reviews, this is my first here, but I just couldn’t stand to see this place beat up! We almost didn’t go here because of that one review! It was amazing. Unfortunately they don’t have a liquor license, so you have to bring your own. It wasn’t crowded, a reservation was not needed on a Saturday night. But there were at least 4 tables full and guests at the sushi bar. There were 4 of us. Three of us had sushi, our youngest had the children’s fresh chicken, It was all amazing! Not sure on the price of the rolls, but I think they were about $10 a piece. Don’t remember the price on the Mochi.

My fellow Bethlehemites, how could you? I trusted you! Such great reviews promising of a hidden gem, proved to be so heartbreakingly false. What’s wrong with you, people? I recoil in horror imagining where you have eaten sushi before. We even turned a blind eye to the freshly “planted “plastic roses at the front door and greeted a landscaper engrossed in his artful arrangement. If only he showed the same dedication to preparing our food, we wouldn’t be writing this now. Yes, you guessed it…. the landscaper was also the Chef. This was the most vile Japanese dining experience I have ever endured. My family arrived at the restaurant with a huge craving for sushi. We sat at a wobbly table and asked for green tea, which wasn’t terrible, and we sipped in good faith. It wasn’t until the “PING!” of a microwave that the first pangs of panic set in. Thirty seconds later, we were served our edamame. It was soggy and had clearly just emerged out of said microwave. Before we were finished with our appetizer, we heard another “PING!” …“What else could they possibly be microwaving?” we wondered. A young woman in torn jeans and squishy flip-flops (a big health code faux pas) handed us COLD PLATES WITH COLD FRIED RICE. I kid you not. The rice came out of the refrigerator, was nuked a little in the microwave, AND THEN SERVED TO US… with tiny, yet crusty, spoons. The plastic flowers outside were more fresh than that rice. At this point, we were really worried. After all, these people were handling raw fish. The rolls were delivered with no great enthusiasm. The whole presentation appeared to be a gloomy, discolored representation of sushi. I ordered the beach roll, which was stuffed with some strange, chewy, pink mayo fish paste (it’s the only way I can describe it). I half-heartedly tried two or three bites but left the rest. My family ordered a spider roll, shrimp tempura roll, and Alaska roll. I did not feel in the least bit compelled to try any of it. We chewed in silence, wondering how we found ourselves in this twilight zone of a restaurant. The only thing worse than the food was the bill, which was simply extraordinary for a meal that clearly was not.