Seattle's American-Japanese garden The Kubota Garden was established in the 1930s by Mr. Fujitaro Kubota. Mr. Kubota emigrated to the United States in 1907, established the Kubota Gardening Company in 1923, and purchased five acres of logged-off swamp land in the Rainer Beach neighborhood in 1927. As Fujitaro's landscaping business prospered, his Rainier Beach garden grew to include twenty aces. It was the family home, the business office, the design and display center. And it was a nursery to grow plant materials for the gardens installed by the Kubota Gardening company. Mr. Kubota died at the age of 94 in 1973. Nearly a decade later, when the 20-acre property became a target for condominium developers, the Seattle Landmarks Preservation
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The Kubota Garden is truly a hidden gem. Although I live less than 15 miles away, I had never heard of it. I decided one sunny Saturday to visit with two second graders and a preschooler. Based on the sparse website, lack of advertising, and the general location, I did not have high …show more content…
I despise going to bad restaurants so I read some reviews all of which warned against it, however said friend could not be persuaded to change his mind so off we went to the north side. My definition of good service is that my tea is never empty and our waiter achieved that with flying colors. He was very attentive and I have nothing bad to say about him. Same with the food. We ordered sushi for the most part. The California was excellent, along with the no name roll. I requested that my edamame be hot and it was poorly microwaved, but other than that I have no complaints with the food. Apparently the building was recently renovated. At first glance nothing seems wrong with it, but by the time we walked out the front door both me and my friend were very uncomfortable. The music was a combination of what sounded like bad recorded karaoke and way below top 40 pop/rap. Oh wait, they played "I Will Survive" at one point. I prefer my restaurant music to blend into my eating experience. For the first five minutes it was amusing, but past that point it was like fingernails on a chalk board. My second complaint is one that is all to frequent in any public eating experience: disgusting restroom. Being a woman I can only speak of my personal experience and I don't want to get too graphic. Lets just say my shoes stuck to the floor. The strangest thing about the whole
The Kubota Garden is truly a hidden gem. Although I live less than 15 miles away, I had never heard of it. I decided one sunny Saturday to visit with two second graders and a preschooler. Based on the sparse website, lack of advertising, and the general location, I did not have high …show more content…
I despise going to bad restaurants so I read some reviews all of which warned against it, however said friend could not be persuaded to change his mind so off we went to the north side. My definition of good service is that my tea is never empty and our waiter achieved that with flying colors. He was very attentive and I have nothing bad to say about him. Same with the food. We ordered sushi for the most part. The California was excellent, along with the no name roll. I requested that my edamame be hot and it was poorly microwaved, but other than that I have no complaints with the food. Apparently the building was recently renovated. At first glance nothing seems wrong with it, but by the time we walked out the front door both me and my friend were very uncomfortable. The music was a combination of what sounded like bad recorded karaoke and way below top 40 pop/rap. Oh wait, they played "I Will Survive" at one point. I prefer my restaurant music to blend into my eating experience. For the first five minutes it was amusing, but past that point it was like fingernails on a chalk board. My second complaint is one that is all to frequent in any public eating experience: disgusting restroom. Being a woman I can only speak of my personal experience and I don't want to get too graphic. Lets just say my shoes stuck to the floor. The strangest thing about the whole