Hello. My name is Spence, and i'd never bought mailorder sushi from a website before. I consider myself something of a connoisseur, and decided to order some off your web site out of curiosity, upon hearing about you. What I recieved in the mail has turned me off of all japanese food for life. The fish arrived late, was delivered USPS, and without any sort of vacuum sealing or refrigeration whatsoever. The contents of the package could best be described as detritus, the fish (I can only assume it was fish) was rotten and moldy, and the odor made my life partner pass out when he smelt its foul, rancid aroma. Thanks for nothing.
        Spencer, Hoboken, NJ

This **** is nasty. You ppl are f**king sick. You should all be locked up.
        Anthony, Brooklyn, NY

What you are doing is a disgrace to japanese food. It is a great blow to the honor of Japanese cultre everwhere, and is very disrepectful to Japanese people. I strongly petition for you to cease and desist at once. Why must you americans insist on ruining everything by filtering it through your slovenly cultre?
        Kazuko Mitsuhachi, San Fransisco, CA

I wants my money back. We was eatin your fish, the one what with the green and white stuff on it, when half thru my meal Cletus and Mary-Sue got deathlike ill and i had to drive my trailer alls of 100 miles to the closest hospital trailer. Im gonna git you, Krusty Shushi. Im gonna git one of them lawyers to arrest you n whatnot.
        Billy-Bob, Winchestertonfieldville, IA

Love the salmon. The toro was great too. Thanks for a great product.
        Sam, Medford, MA

I want my alimony checks you B***ard. Dont think you can hide just because youre in college now. I can look you up on your stupid little website you dumb f**k. You think this sh*t is funny? Sh*t.
        You know f**king who, New York, NY

You are a sick, twisted human being. At first, i decided to give you the benefit of the doubt, and help your little entrepreneurial self by ordering some of your sushi. What i received in the mail, Three weeks late, was nothing other than disgusting, and not fit for consumption from any member of any species. Even the mold died. I hope you rot in hell, because thats where G-d puts sick persons such as yourself. I strongly suggest you get therapy. Luckily my faith in christian science and in G-d will heal this stomach and headache i have had ever since opening your package. Even though it has only gotten worse so far, i know G-d will eventually let me out of bed. My wives suggested aspirin but i dont believe in that stuff. May He have mercy on your soul.
        Saul, Salt Lake City, UT

Mein Name ist Hans. Als ich Ihr Land besuchte, das ich an der Kultur teilnehmen wollte also, bestellte ich Ihre Sushi. Sie bildete mich heftig Kranken. Ich weiß, wo Sie leben, wo Ihre Familie lebt, und ich TÖTE SIE. Ich bilde Kinderschnitzel aus Ihnen heraus. Kennzeichnen Sie meine Wörter.
        Hans?, Plauen, Germany

Hello, eh. My name is Dave, and i am from vancouver. The rotten smell of your fish attracted bears and moose to come into my hoose, who tried to eat my sister and all the maple syrup. But they wouldnt eat the fish, eh? Whats that all aboot. I want my loonies back, eh.
        Dave, Vancouver, Canada

Hey babe. I love a man who owns his own business. I got some sushi so i could get your mailing address on the package return address. Thinking about you, i shoved the fish up my ***** *** *** and ** **** * ********** ***** *** the**** *** ******f**** **** **** ******* * ** $4000 **** ******. Anyway, the doctor said it would never be the same. Call me, (***)*** - ****
        Candy, Portland, OR

Oy vey! youre meshuguna, you know that? Were you verschnushkered when you made the site? My wife ordered some of your gefilte fish stuff, it came in raw and crusty. She got it as a gift to Rabbi Herschel, and when he got it he said 'what do i look like, a compost heap?' He was so upset he messed up his duties as a moyle and accidentally made grivines. Because of that, i cant join his minyan anymore! Ii think i'll sue you for gross neglegance. Shalom
        Moishe, Williamsburg, Brooklyn