Casual eatery with a sushi bar & hibachi tables for grill-your-own Japanese eats, along with a bar.
Address and Contact Information
Address: 1801 Knickerbocker Rd, San Angelo, TX 76904
Phone: (325) 949-1862
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Reviews
On top of the delay, our order was completely wrong—even though I confirmed it twice with the host. Bonsai missed three of our meals, did not include an order of white rice (the only thing my son will eat), left out extra soup, and did not provide ginger, which was specifically requested. Instead, they sent four chicken and shrimp meals when only two were ordered.
This mistake was especially serious because someone in our family is allergic to shrimp, and every meal we received contained shrimp, leaving that person unable to eat at all.
To make matters worse, we were overcharged for items we did not order, and when I called to speak with a manager to resolve the issue, the manager refused to call me back. That is completely unacceptable.
This experience was extremely frustrating from start to finish. Between the long wait, incorrect and unsafe order, missing items, overcharging, and lack of management response, this place is clearly disorganized and needs to get things under control. I am very, very upset and disappointed
My spicy tuna rolls were delicious while my steak was really tender. (got it medium rare.) The chicken was flavorful as well. The amount of fried rice was more than enough for two people. Would recommend trying for anyone who enjoys hibachi style food or sushi.
The snobby hostess—a pint-sized tyrant with an ego the size of Mount Fuji—shoved us right next to total strangers around the grill, packing us in tighter than cheap sushi rice. When we slid just one seat over to avoid getting seared by the neighbor’s elbow, she threw a hissy fit and demanded we move back because she was “saving” the spot for a family of three… while at least a dozen empty seats sat mocking her around our grill.
Then the “chef” shows up: a walking sweat factory, dripping like a broken faucet, constantly wiping his greasy face with the back of his nasty hand before flipping your shrimp right back onto the griddle. Hygiene is clearly a foreign concept here. The entire place was a disgusting, grimy mess—sticky surfaces, filth in every corner, total health-code violation central.
The grand finale? Mid-meal, something scurries up my leg. Look down: a fat, shiny roach treating my pants like its personal catwalk.
This place doesn’t deserve one star—it needs a negative infinity rating and a visit from the exterminator, health department, and a wrecking ball. I’m never going back, and you’d have to be insane to set foot in this vermin-infested, sweat-drenched nightmare. Hard pass forever.