“Crazy Gideon” is an Israeli electronics merchant in downtown L.A. He grabbed his schtick from “Crazy Eddie” from the east coast, a New York chain of discount electronics stores. Like many immigrants, the subtlety of American idioms like “crazy” didn’t translate for Gideon and his version of crazy is both scary, hostile, and not at all charming. Yes, his prices are insane. So is his need for a straightjacket and heavy doses of Thorazine. The same can be said for “Crazy Fish”. Under normal circumstances, fish should be fresh, prepared by a trained chef, and served by an attentive, competent staff. Oh ho ho, not at Crazy Fish! Horrible fish prepared by incompetents and served by… apparently no one. Their spicy rolls and cooked dishes tasted slathered in a heavy mayonnaise, making the gag factor higher than newbie tapioca wrestling night at Weight Watchers. The fish is not fresh, the staff barely capable, and the ambiance feels like you’re thrust into a twelve year old’s myspace page. Many people commit suicide by leaping off buildings, slitting their wrists, or hanging. Committed to your death? Come to Crazy Fish and order the blowfish.
(310) 550-8547, 9105 W Olympic Blvd, Beverly Hills