Kampai, 2945 East Bell Road, Phoenix, 482-3260. Hours: Lunch, Tuesday through Friday, 11:30 a.m. to 2 p.m.; Dinner, Tuesday through Saturday, 5 to 10 p.m.; Sunday, 5 to 9 p.m.

Japanese food, I think, is never going to be as wildly popular with Americans as other ethnic fare. Unlike, say, a Mexican, Chinese or Italian dinner, the Japanese meal seems to come with three strikes against it. First, a lot of people worry that at some point, they're going to be confronted by raw fish, and the prospect of swallowing it. This is not going to win over the hearts and bellies of squeamish patrons whose every dinner order includes the words "medium rare" and "ketchup." Second, just because Japanese food is ethnic doesn't mean it comes at Third World prices. If you're looking for low-cost peasant recipes served up on bargain combination plates, you'll have to track down national fare from a country that still has peasants. No one will ever confuse Japanese food with cheap eats. Finally, you can't expect to fill up. How often have you spotted a diner leaving a Japanese restaurant, loosening his belt with one hand and clutching a doggy bag in the other? You may as well scope out the State Capitol, looking for an Arizona legislator with a triple-digit IQ and a conscience.

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Kampai Japanese Restaurant

2945 E. Bell Road
Phoenix, AZ 85032

Category: Restaurant > Japanese

Region: North Phoenix

In short, a Japanese meal is liable to leave some folks nerve-racked, broke and hungry. But a new kind of Japanese restaurant is starting to pop up in the Valley. You won't find teppanaki cooking, where knife-wielding chefs preside over a tableside grill, flashily slicing, dicing and chopping. Nor will you encounter elaborate hot-pot dishes, serenely prepared tableside by kimono-clad waitresses. What you will find are menus offering solid, nonthreatening meals in the $8 to $12 range that don't require a midnight-snack chaser. One such place is Kampai, unpromisingly located in a Bell Road shopping strip, a chopstick's throw from a bowling alley. It's a neighborhood place, crowded with locals, not visiting expense-accounted Japanese businessmen. Except for a few bamboo poles, a goldfish pond and a Japanese-language poster that gives the calorie count of the different sushi, Kampai doesn't hit you over the head with too many Japanese cues. However, the insipid, piped-in New Age music which assaulted us did bring to mind one ceremonial tradition--hara-kiri. Sushi is an integral part of the Japanese dining experience, and some of Kampai's offerings are topnotch. The gorgeous scallops are particularly noteworthy, shimmeringly tender with the faint aroma of the sea. Toro, the marbled underside of tuna, is not always available, but if it is, go for it. Texture is the key element here, and the piece we sampled was smoothly rich and opulent. Masago, crunchy, orange-colored smelt roe, is also an offbeat treat. The lackluster sea bass and chewy octopus, however, are not in the same class. If sushi doesn't work as a starter for you, don't despair. The waitress bragged about the homemade gyoza (Japanese pot stickers), and the kitchen backed up the boast. They come five to an order, stuffed with meat and cabbage, and accented with garlic and ginger. Tempura, though, is a weak link--the breading is thick and heavy, not light and lacy. The main-dish list isn't very extensive. But the quality runs deep. Both chicken and steak are enlivened by a zesty teriyaki sauce. The lean, eight-ounce New York steak is well-fashioned, grilled and sliced in strips. This moist, beefy cut is perfect for the one person in your group whom you had to drag here kicking and screaming. And at $11.95, the price is right, too. Pork katsu is another first-rate option for lovers of animal protein. You don't usually think of the Japanese as a nation of pork fanatics, but it's a much cheaper alternative to expensive beef. This is a Japanese worker's dish, a thick slice of loin dredged in flour, dipped into egg and coated with breadcrumbs. Then it's deep-fried and cut into chopstick-size pieces. You dip the katsu into a piquant sauce, made especially to accompany this dish. Chefs like to keep their recipes secret, but the basic ingredients are soy, sake and Worcestershire sauce. Nabeyaki udon is another traditional dish that shouldn't take Westerners long to get used to. It's a meal in a bowl, served in a big, earthenware vessel. The version here features thick wheat noodles, floating alongside shrimp tempura, hard-boiled egg, chicken, tofu and fish cake, in a fragrant, scallion-flecked broth. It's a good choice on a nippy autumn evening. But by far my favorite entree is the unaju, a dish I haven't seen on other Japanese menus in town. It's made from unagi, succulent, grilled eel fillets. The six small pieces, brushed with soy and sweet sake, have a marvelously smoky fragrance and meaty texture. The dish comes in the traditional manner, too, in a lacquered box over a bed of rice, accompanied by pickled vegetables. And unaju's benefits extend beyond taste. The Japanese believe eel is an aphrodisiac. This may be just the sort of boost reluctant diners need to gather their courage to try this outstanding dish. Dessert? Why bother? Banana fritters and raspberry sorbet are odd ways to end a Japanese meal, and neither is anything special. Instead, linger with soothing green tea. Kampai dishes out hearty, tasty Japanese fare, fit for expert or novice, at prices that don't require an extended stop at the ATM. Whatever you may hum when you leave here, I suspect it won't be "Sayonara." Tokyo Inn, 3409 West Thunderbird, Phoenix, 548-2200. Hours: Lunch, Monday through Friday, 11:30 a.m. to 2 p.m.; Saturday, noon to 3 p.m.; Dinner, Monday through Friday, 5 to 10 p.m.; Saturday, noon to 10 p.m.; Sunday, 4 to 9 p.m.

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