A few weeks back, in the mood for something Asian-inspired to put in my belly, I remembered my TLO cohort Beth lauding the eats at Pachinko Parlor back in the day.
Once a whimsical sushi spot on NW 9th Street, it’s been reborn in recent years inside Parlor food hall, giving diners the option of both traditional and not-so Asian and sushi fare—so my wife and I decided to check it out.
The day we went out, Oklahoma weather was doing its thing and had suddenly gotten very cold overnight. Sadly, I only had a hoodie, and walking up to the grand dining hall was a treacherous journey for me and my cold, semi-paralyzed leg, natch.
But, after making our way through the uncommonly heavy front doors, we brushed off the winter weather and slinked through the maze-like food court to find the neo-Asian Pachinko Parlor, right there on the ground level.
We approached the serving counter and found two employees working away. With a growing line quickly forming behind us and no time to weigh culinary decisions, we got completely flustered and fired off our order—naming the first food items that popped out from the menu and specials board.