Hama Sushi

Nothing horrible, but tasteless. Salmon was higher quality. There was something strange about the rice. Not sure. Ok place. Note that I’m using the Unilocal score as they request. Two stars means «Meh. I’ve experienced better».

The sushi place feel very cold l, and the sushi taste not fresh at all. Especially when you order the sashimi. the service is bad, she never come to ask you «hows everything or do you need something? I never write the common at Unilocal,but you know. I might not coming back again

Better food and service since change new owner! I’m glad that I have this second try.

A super chill, low-​key but quality sushi place. :)

More of a place for chilling and hanging out just cause it’s run-​down in a casual kinda way. The restaurant doesn’t really look fancy at all. Food is average but edible for the price. The main reason I would come here is to either hang out or get the hamachi collar. They only have 2 collars per day so best to call in advance.
Sushi is average but better than most other places for the price. Servers are pretty friendly and helpful on the menu items.

SO gross. I liked this place a lot back in the early 2000s, but it is hurtin’ now. The entire (empty except for us) dining room smelled like bathroom, menus and condiment containers were sticky & greasy, The tempura was heavy and clunky, and the sushi was nasty. Especially the $ 12 lobster and scallop roll — whoa. Huge hunks of woody, hard «lobster,» almost like a foul jerky. None of us finished our food, and we can throw down some junk. Nothing has kicked in yet, but I fear I’ll be losing a few pounds in the next day or two as a result of this meal. Blechh.

Sorry kids, but Hama ranks up there with Indiana sushi. Actually it’s worse. Rolls are loose, rice had a dry chew to it, the hamachi sashimi was cut terribly thin. Worse was the quality: gristly connective tissues in each piece of the sashimi. C’mon, guys, at least give up the good stuff when someone orders sashimi. It also had a noticeably off flavor. The capper? The ikura tasted bitter. Not spoiled or «fishy», but bitter and almost bilious. It was a new foray into salmon egg flavor, and not a good one. Even with the pre-5:00pm happy hour menu, just skip Hama.

I hate to say it, but this was a total miss for me.
The young sushi chef did mention that he is in training, so I took that into consideration.
This place was freezing cold.
Totally empty around 8pm on a Saturday night.
I ordered surf clam, and received octopus. I ordered squid salad, and received seaweed salad.
The young waitress couldn’t seem to handle more than one customer at a time. As soon as one other couple came in, she pretty much forgot about me.
I had some Nigiri, sashimi, salad and two special rolls. Nothing really blew my mind, way to much spicy sauce on one roll, it completely took away from the fish.

Meh. Decent for the price. Basic sashimi with nothing special. Tuna was fishy, ie not fresh or high quality. Salmon and mackerel were good. Rolls were truly average. Simple décor, quick and friendly service.

We had just picked up a pair of new iPhones, and were crawling through traffic like permafrost. «Siri, where’s sushi?» Hama Sushi pops up on the screen — two blocks down. There’s a one hour slot right out front so I maneuvered us into it and we headed inside.
It’s 6:00pm and the place is empty. The kid behind the counter eyed us, wondering why we were there. They have only Japanese beer — very authentic. We ordered a table full of Nigiri.
Forget about it. The sushi was not quite fresh, cut thin, and presented in orientations I’ve never seen before — my Uni was laying on its side and sort of running across the plate. It all came with a pathetic crusty little puck wasabi.
Hama is really a one star joint, but I need to be careful with my karma.

Pretty good place for you and a couple friends. Sushi isn’t bad, especially if you go for happy hour. If you’re used to Sushiville-​type prices this will feel a little spendy but they have great sushi combination platters.

From the outside it looks like a small whatever place but the service is exceptional and the rolls are fresh. The cooked food is good too…
Atmosphere is casual. It’s small so you may have a wait any night you head there. The salmon roll and spicy tuna are great.

I was having another craving while doing some shopping in the Hollywood neighborhood and these guys were the first place I stumbled into. I hate leaving a less than awesome review but this place fell short on quality service and quality ingredients. Too many other good sushi bars in town with comparable prices for me to want to return.

Ducked in here to grab some sushi before a movie at the Hollywood Theater. The fish was fresh, and the service was friendly. We ordered a couple of spicy tuna rolls, a veggie roll, and some nigiri. I was kind of bummed out when the sushi chef shoved a piece of nigiri in his mouth in the middle of making my food, whatever, I’m not going to cause a stink. If he had picked his nose, yes, I would have left. I digress… the sushi was pretty good, some places keep a tray of premixed spicy tuna, and it can be so diced it’s like mush, not so at Hama. There were big chunks of tuna, and lots of it, with some ripe avo to top it off. The nigiri was good, we got some tuna and octopus. Veggie roll was nothing to write home about but the asparagus was tasty. Pretty decent Happy Hour menu, it was good all day on Thursdays apparently, cheap nigiri and other items.

The sushi was just okay and this place is not authentic at all since it seems like it is owned and ran by Chinese. Not saying anything is wrong with that but for a sushi snob like me that is HUGE deal.
Came here for lunch on their 50% off Thursday’s and had an assortment of nigiri and a couple rolls. The pieces of fish were small but that’s what I expected for 50% off. The quality of the fish was okay and on par with Sushiland and other low-​cost sushi joints.
Overall this place is okay if you come on a Thursday but on any other day I would not recommend it since you are paying a high price for small and very average sushi you can get at half the price at other places.

Hama Sushi is pretty solid low-​cost American-​style sushi, plain and simple.
Service is very friendly and usually prompt, and the Thursday 2-​for-​1 nigiri special cannot be beat. I HIGHLY recommend the spicy tuna handroll: it is one of the best I have ever had.
To all the haters out there: I’m glad that you are so erudite as to know that isn’t really authentic Japanese wasabi root, or that you can’t get the noodle dish you got when you were in Japan when you were going through your little «Lost in Translation» phase. Let’s meet in person and I can give you a crown that says «KING OF THE HIPSTERS» on it.

This place is asking for a food safety inspection! We both got sick after eating here. I felt nauseated and threw up within half hour after eating. My friend felt sick but did not vomit though.
Here are some details.
My fiancé and I went out for a dinner and movie night
The service was pretty quick but not appropriate. The tea was lukewarm. The ginger tasted awful. One entrée did not come out until the other person nearly finished.
The sharashi was not fresh. The tuna was soggy and other pieces tasted like really old.
The vege tampora was very disappointing with all very starchy pieces without nice vegetables that one normally gets in a decent Japanese restaurant.
Not coming back.

Meh… not bad but nothing really great worth mentioning. Toshi’s ruined sushi for me! I can’t eat sushi anywhere else without comparing them to everyone! Ahhhhh! What have I done?!
Oh the Hollywood Roll here is pretty good: tempura with salmon, tuna, & yellowtail… tasty!

Hama is not a great sushi place or Japanese restaurant.
They hadn’t even heard of Oyako Donburi (as ubiquitous in Japanese culture as Mac n Cheese in the US) and service is all over the place.
Compared to what I’ve eaten in Hawaii and Japan, it’s not even good (the rice is mediocre, the fish not especially fresh or diverse, omakase’s not even an option, and the look and feel of the place screams complete and utter lack of any design sense).
But for Portland it’s decent, and occasionally when I can’t hold out till my next Honolulu visit or happen to be working nearby, that’s good enough.
Why I return from time to time is the dude making the sushi here is meticulous as hell, knows how to cut fish, and assembles some passable platters of nigiri.
Skip the Uni and Maguro here. But try the Salmon, Salmon Toro, Yaki Salmon, Scallop Mayo, Tamago, and Hamachi.
Like I said, not great, but it’s okay, in life (and with sushi in Portland), we can’t have great all the time.

It takes a certain kind of man to rarely venture beyond Middle America as far as his dining preferences. Sure, burgers, pizza, and sandwiches are fine. But when he’s in the initial stages of courtship with a lady who’s eaten ume maki and spicy tuna and musubi (both Spam and other) since childhood, this sort of man may find himself at an impasse. It’s due in part to the fact that he finds the notion of sushi, at best, peculiar, and, at worst, downright wrong. This man may want to appease his voracious companion, but can’t quite get over that squick hurdle. It will cause more than a few dinner decision stalemates, owing in large part to the fact that this kind of a man and the person he’s had the (mis)fortune of attracting are both stubborn stubborn stubborn.
It takes a man of big-​time character to admit, a few years into the relationship, that sushi finally grew on him. He’s partial to California rolls and the other varieties that don’t involve the pastel-​colored slices of uncooked fish. But in recent months, the man’s become more adventurous, even allowing smoked salmon nigiri («Because that’s cooked, kinda,») to pass through his gullet without a mention of mercury poisoning.
It takes my kind of man to progress so far in sushi appreciation, suggest to his still-​present dining companion an early evening dinner at a small and friendly place like Hama Sushi, and order more sushi than the voracious lady. This breed of a man will knock back a pull of Asahi, praise the quiet and air-​conditioned environment of the restaurant, and not utter a peep of protest when the same voracious lady all but inhales his uneaten rolls from his plate. My kind of man will not participate in the possibly bizarre ritual of swallowing a dab of wasabi at the end of the meal, but couples don’t need to share all the same interests.