Makota

    “We don’t have much in the way of food,” Fred said. “I mean, we just moved. Let’s go out to eat. Our treat.”

    Fred is my buddy from college and he and his wife Lisa just purchased a house in Cascade Highlands, an up and coming neighborhood in Vancouver, Washington. We, my wife and I, were coming over to check out the place and help them unpack. They were going to reward us with food.

    “Yes. Going out sounds good, but I’m not letting you pay.”

    “We’ll see about that!” Fred said.

    So, the next day, the missus and I made our way through Portland, across the bridge and into Vancouver. A pleasant drive, made all the more pleasant by the company and the breathtaking views. “Where are we meeting?” I asked my wife as we entered Fred and Lisa’s neighborhood.

    “Makoto’s Japanese Buffet,” My wife said. “It’s at 1119 South East 163rd place.”

    “Japanese buffet? Never had that,” I said, pulling into the parking lot. “Sounds delicious.”

    We walked into Makoto’s and were enamored with the cozy atmosphere. Tall ceilings bathed in dark wood, gave way to an open floor plan with several buffet tables, also in that same cozy dark wood tone. Before Fred could bust out his wallet, I paid for four meals, and it came to a rather reasonable $67.96 before tax.

    I made my way through the buffet line and quickly discovered that Makoto Japanese Buffet offers a wide selection of sushi, and Asian and western inspired cuisines. It smelled delicious and fresh and it was no shock to me to find out later that they source local ingredients where ever possible.

    The different selections of sushi and sashimi were not only freshly prepared but were also presented in an artistic manner. Sushi is a beautiful food, as well as a delicious one.

    After my plate of sushi and sashimi, I enjoyed some small talk and an ice cold beer. I let my food digest  (I know how to get my money’s worth at a buffet) before getting back in line to try the hibachi grill, which combined an assortment of meat and fish, vegetables, noodles to design a pitch perfect stir fry plate.

    When it came to hot food, Makoto had even more quality seafood offerings like shrimp, clams, oysters, mussels, and crawfish. And, of course, I topped it all off with old-style yakisoba noodles, fried rice, snow crab legs, salad, soup, tempura, chicken, beef, and barbecue spare ribs. And, after my third helping when I was unbelievably full, I gorged my way into dessert.

    Makoto was a pleasant discovery. I expect good food in Portland, where foodies abound. I didn’t expect that across the bridge in the Cascade Highlands part of Vancouver, though.  What a pleasant discovery! Portland and the Portland area is full of those.  I love it here.

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