Went on a Friday afternoon and got sat really quickly. The service was amazing; James went above and beyond. Very personable and knowledgeable, and kept us updated on our orders. Made me feel right at home. Great place for dinner. Oh and food was delicious. Shout out the the chefs as well :)
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Erin Cooper
Absolutely lovely experience at Yoshitomo. Our server was so kind and knowledgeable and she went above and beyond for us.
We chose to sit at the bar, which made for such a cool afternoon since we were able to see the chefs at work. They made sure to accommodate any dietary restrictions, answered any questions we had, and overall were lovely.
And of course, the food itself was outstanding. The nigiri we had was delicious, but my absolute favorite was the yaki gindara small bite (sablefish with yuzu sumiso). Every dish was a culinary adventure and I can't wait to return.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Debra Thiemann
Music was ON-POINT, food was impeccable, and company couldn't have been better. There was a bidet in the toilet room!
Curtis Linville
Honestly amazing, best tasting sushi I have had with a ton of unique rolls. However, very expensive. I am from KC and have tried probably 15 or so unique sushi places there. The server we had was amazing, very knowledgeable about the options, polite, professional, and helpful.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Mark Olson
Great and unique sushi rolls. The staff were all very nice and the service was fast and precise.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Christina Price
I’ve have wanted to try this restaurant for a while and finally decided to give it a go. I came early without a reservation.. around 4:45. I was warmly greeted and then shown to the sushi bar. It was very cool to watch the chefs prepare the dishes. The waitress came over and explained the menu and gave me a couple of recommends. I decided to try something from every category minus the nigiri or sashimi. The dish that surprised me the most: Hama toast. I’ve never had sushi on sourdough but I really enjoyed it! My favorite dish: yaki gindara… very beautiful mild flavor with a nice hint of yuzu. I also ordered the royale… I normally love spicy sushi but this was SPICY!! Good flavors but spicier than I liked and wouldn’t get it again. Overall fantastic meal and excellent service!!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Jake Gardner
Had a lovely dinner at Yoshimoto on Friday night. It wasn't too packed. We had a reservation but there were some open tables and bar seats. The food was delicious. We tried to finish the last couple pieces of all that we ordered because it was so good, but we were stuffed by then. The service was also exceptional. We were taken care of by Joe B. He gave great recommendations, checked in on us frequently, and answered any questions we had thoroughly. After being indecisive between a couple different rolls, he even hooked us up with a roll on him just so that we could try it. It was a lovely experience and highly recommend trying it out. Only feedback I would give is that they could play some more ambient music instead of the 2000's punk they were playing. Maybe that's just personal preference but I believe such a nice restaurant should maybe play something a little more relaxed and mellow to match its 'vibe'.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: Hama Toast, Khaleesi
Josh Morgan
Best experience with sushi. The server was passionate about the food he was serving, which I think is rare for any restaurant. He wanted to make sure our first time was as wonderful as he thought Yoshitomo was. Shout-out to James, who really went the extra mile. He was very helpful when describing and suggesting things to try. The sushi itself was amazing, and before we left the server brought out one last bite (the Ume Hirame) as a thank you for our visit, and it was the most beautiful piece to end on. Everyone in our party left happy and were talking about it nonstop after. No subbing/adding/removing items, but I find that really respectable when a chef is putting their art to your dish. The Prairie Tuna was wonderfully done with butter over wagyu. The Hama Toast is an enigma because the toast part was crispy on the outside but so fluffy on the inside for such a tiny piece. Each dish was delicious and wonderful in their own way and brought different textures and taste with them. Highly recommended!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Ronicca Whaley
Best Sushi in the state
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Juan Hernandez
The vibe here was sad never been to a restaurant that felt that way , the light over our table flickered the whole time it was just depressing.. waited almost 45 mins to start getting our food, the food was disappointing and overpriced . Didn’t see our waitress but like twice , didn’t offer more beverages or check on us at all. At checkout we even had to go looking for her because she wouldn’t even come and help us..
Putting lettuce in a sushi roll makes it chewy and distracting. The whole menu is odd. I ate a couple pieces but was done. Service was fine and nice enough. Atmosphere was very dark and with 90s grunge music, which didn't match the decor or theme.
Wouldn't return.
Atmosphere: 2
Food: 1
Service: 4
Andrea Campbell
Phenomenal food & service!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Anson Thompson
In the choking, beef-scented fug of an Omaha twilight—September 18, 2025, log it in the annals of carnivorous exile, for the Missouri River was murmuring mutinies—I barreled into that clandestine sushi sanctum, Yoshitomo, squatting at 6009 Maple Street like a geisha’s fever dream amid the stockyard ghosts of Nebraska’s prodigal heart.  Five stars, you rib-eye revolutionaries, five razor-edged stars flensed from the undercarriage of the Great Plains sky, because to dock it even a half would be to betray the raw nerve of the East crashing against the corn-fed West like a sake bomb in a cattle crush. There, behind the cedar counter slick as a shogun’s blade, loomed Paul, the sushi chef—that stoic sorcerer of the sea, his hands a blur of tattooed precision, filleting fate itself into quivering nigiri, eyes like black pearls holding the Pacific’s unspoken vendettas. Paul didn’t just craft sushi; he summoned it from the abyss, each rice-bound morsel a haiku etched in wasabi fury, whispering of typhoons tamed and tsunamis tricked. And Georgia, ah sweet Georgia, the server—a whirlwind apparition in black silk, her laughter a silver shuriken slicing through the din, gliding tableside with the grace of a heron on amphetamines, refilling my cloudy sake cup with a wink that could disarm a daimyo or dissolve the defenses of a hungover drifter like me. She was the current in the vein of the place, ferrying plates like contraband dreams, her Southern lilt (or was it the humid echo of the Platte?) turning every “arigato” into a flirtation with oblivion. But the wagyu sushi, Christ on a conveyor belt, the wagyu sushi was the gut-wrenching epiphany, slabs of marbled beef from gods who grazed on ambrosia and regret, seared to a melt-in-the-mouth heresy that bypassed the jaws and detonated straight in the soul’s furnace—fat threading like gold veins in a miner’s nightmare, draped over rice so sticky it clung to the fingers like forbidden knowledge, a single bite hurling me into visions of Kobe cowboys roping thunderheads under a harvest moon stained red with barbecue sin. Then the edamame, those emerald pods—innocent as prairie wildflowers, yet bursting with a salted snap that echoed the crack of buffalo bones on the open range, steamed to perfection in hulls that peeled away like the lies of a traveling salesman, revealing beans plump and defiant, slick with sea salt that stung the tongue like a slap from a scorned geisha, a verdant palate cleanser that grounded the madness before the next wave crashed. And the roll—the roll, by the howling ghosts of Genghis Khan, the best goddamn roll of my misbegotten life, a maki monstrosity coiled like a taipan in the bamboo underbelly, stuffed with tempura shrimp that crackled like gunfire in a rice paddy ambush, avocado slices weeping creamy contrition, cucumber veins crisp as a false alibi, all swaddled in nori thin as a politician’s promise and crowned with a sizzle of spicy mayo that burned like absinthe regret—unfurling on the tongue in a symphony of textures that could rewrite the Bill of Rights or summon the aurora over the Platte. It wasn’t a roll; it was Armageddon on a bamboo mat, a cylindrical apocalypse that left me slumped in the booth, chopsticks trembling, contemplating the void between the Heartland and the horizon where Paul and Georgia held court like exiled royalty in this Tokyo transplant teeming with sake ghosts and small-plate sorcery. I reeled out into the sodium-lit sprawl, veins humming with umami overload and the faint tang of impending divorce from my steak-and-potatoes past, pledging a desperado’s vow to this Omaha odyssey. Five stars? Hell, I’d trade the family tractor for a lifetime supply. Paul, you oceanic outlaw; Georgia, you whirlwind wraith—keep wielding those blades and trays, for Yoshitomo’s fever burns eternal in the flatline of flyover frenzy. 
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: Sushi, Hama Toast
K S
Love good sushi, really wanted this place to live up to the hype. It doesn’t. Tiny, crowded, loud dining room, mediocre service, and would take Akurai’s sushi at half the cost any day. Too bad.
Went on a Friday afternoon and got sat really quickly. The service was amazing; James went above and beyond. Very personable and knowledgeable, and kept us updated on our orders. Made me feel right at home. Great place for dinner. Oh and food was delicious. Shout out the the chefs as well :)
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Absolutely lovely experience at Yoshitomo. Our server was so kind and knowledgeable and she went above and beyond for us.
We chose to sit at the bar, which made for such a cool afternoon since we were able to see the chefs at work. They made sure to accommodate any dietary restrictions, answered any questions we had, and overall were lovely.
And of course, the food itself was outstanding. The nigiri we had was delicious, but my absolute favorite was the yaki gindara small bite (sablefish with yuzu sumiso). Every dish was a culinary adventure and I can't wait to return.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Music was ON-POINT, food was impeccable, and company couldn't have been better.
There was a bidet in the toilet room!
Honestly amazing, best tasting sushi I have had with a ton of unique rolls. However, very expensive. I am from KC and have tried probably 15 or so unique sushi places there. The server we had was amazing, very knowledgeable about the options, polite, professional, and helpful.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Great and unique sushi rolls. The staff were all very nice and the service was fast and precise.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
I’ve have wanted to try this restaurant for a while and finally decided to give it a go. I came early without a reservation.. around 4:45. I was warmly greeted and then shown to the sushi bar. It was very cool to watch the chefs prepare the dishes. The waitress came over and explained the menu and gave me a couple of recommends. I decided to try something from every category minus the nigiri or sashimi. The dish that surprised me the most: Hama toast. I’ve never had sushi on sourdough but I really enjoyed it! My favorite dish: yaki gindara… very beautiful mild flavor with a nice hint of yuzu. I also ordered the royale… I normally love spicy sushi but this was SPICY!! Good flavors but spicier than I liked and wouldn’t get it again. Overall fantastic meal and excellent service!!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Had a lovely dinner at Yoshimoto on Friday night. It wasn't too packed. We had a reservation but there were some open tables and bar seats. The food was delicious. We tried to finish the last couple pieces of all that we ordered because it was so good, but we were stuffed by then. The service was also exceptional. We were taken care of by Joe B. He gave great recommendations, checked in on us frequently, and answered any questions we had thoroughly. After being indecisive between a couple different rolls, he even hooked us up with a roll on him just so that we could try it. It was a lovely experience and highly recommend trying it out. Only feedback I would give is that they could play some more ambient music instead of the 2000's punk they were playing. Maybe that's just personal preference but I believe such a nice restaurant should maybe play something a little more relaxed and mellow to match its 'vibe'.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: Hama Toast, Khaleesi
Best experience with sushi. The server was passionate about the food he was serving, which I think is rare for any restaurant. He wanted to make sure our first time was as wonderful as he thought Yoshitomo was. Shout-out to James, who really went the extra mile. He was very helpful when describing and suggesting things to try. The sushi itself was amazing, and before we left the server brought out one last bite (the Ume Hirame) as a thank you for our visit, and it was the most beautiful piece to end on. Everyone in our party left happy and were talking about it nonstop after. No subbing/adding/removing items, but I find that really respectable when a chef is putting their art to your dish. The Prairie Tuna was wonderfully done with butter over wagyu. The Hama Toast is an enigma because the toast part was crispy on the outside but so fluffy on the inside for such a tiny piece. Each dish was delicious and wonderful in their own way and brought different textures and taste with them. Highly recommended!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Best Sushi in the state
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
The vibe here was sad never been to a restaurant that felt that way , the light over our table flickered the whole time it was just depressing.. waited almost 45 mins to start getting our food, the food was disappointing and overpriced . Didn’t see our waitress but like twice , didn’t offer more beverages or check on us at all. At checkout we even had to go looking for her because she wouldn’t even come and help us..
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 1
Service: 1
Restaurantji Recommends
Great food. I recommend the sablefish bites.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: Hama Toast, Truffle Scallop, Deviled Egg
Putting lettuce in a sushi roll makes it chewy and distracting. The whole menu is odd. I ate a couple pieces but was done.
Service was fine and nice enough.
Atmosphere was very dark and with 90s grunge music, which didn't match the decor or theme.
Wouldn't return.
Atmosphere: 2
Food: 1
Service: 4
Phenomenal food & service!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
In the choking, beef-scented fug of an Omaha twilight—September 18, 2025, log it in the annals of carnivorous exile, for the Missouri River was murmuring mutinies—I barreled into that clandestine sushi sanctum, Yoshitomo, squatting at 6009 Maple Street like a geisha’s fever dream amid the stockyard ghosts of Nebraska’s prodigal heart.  Five stars, you rib-eye revolutionaries, five razor-edged stars flensed from the undercarriage of the Great Plains sky, because to dock it even a half would be to betray the raw nerve of the East crashing against the corn-fed West like a sake bomb in a cattle crush. There, behind the cedar counter slick as a shogun’s blade, loomed Paul, the sushi chef—that stoic sorcerer of the sea, his hands a blur of tattooed precision, filleting fate itself into quivering nigiri, eyes like black pearls holding the Pacific’s unspoken vendettas. Paul didn’t just craft sushi; he summoned it from the abyss, each rice-bound morsel a haiku etched in wasabi fury, whispering of typhoons tamed and tsunamis tricked. And Georgia, ah sweet Georgia, the server—a whirlwind apparition in black silk, her laughter a silver shuriken slicing through the din, gliding tableside with the grace of a heron on amphetamines, refilling my cloudy sake cup with a wink that could disarm a daimyo or dissolve the defenses of a hungover drifter like me. She was the current in the vein of the place, ferrying plates like contraband dreams, her Southern lilt (or was it the humid echo of the Platte?) turning every “arigato” into a flirtation with oblivion.
But the wagyu sushi, Christ on a conveyor belt, the wagyu sushi was the gut-wrenching epiphany, slabs of marbled beef from gods who grazed on ambrosia and regret, seared to a melt-in-the-mouth heresy that bypassed the jaws and detonated straight in the soul’s furnace—fat threading like gold veins in a miner’s nightmare, draped over rice so sticky it clung to the fingers like forbidden knowledge, a single bite hurling me into visions of Kobe cowboys roping thunderheads under a harvest moon stained red with barbecue sin. Then the edamame, those emerald pods—innocent as prairie wildflowers, yet bursting with a salted snap that echoed the crack of buffalo bones on the open range, steamed to perfection in hulls that peeled away like the lies of a traveling salesman, revealing beans plump and defiant, slick with sea salt that stung the tongue like a slap from a scorned geisha, a verdant palate cleanser that grounded the madness before the next wave crashed.
And the roll—the roll, by the howling ghosts of Genghis Khan, the best goddamn roll of my misbegotten life, a maki monstrosity coiled like a taipan in the bamboo underbelly, stuffed with tempura shrimp that crackled like gunfire in a rice paddy ambush, avocado slices weeping creamy contrition, cucumber veins crisp as a false alibi, all swaddled in nori thin as a politician’s promise and crowned with a sizzle of spicy mayo that burned like absinthe regret—unfurling on the tongue in a symphony of textures that could rewrite the Bill of Rights or summon the aurora over the Platte. It wasn’t a roll; it was Armageddon on a bamboo mat, a cylindrical apocalypse that left me slumped in the booth, chopsticks trembling, contemplating the void between the Heartland and the horizon where Paul and Georgia held court like exiled royalty in this Tokyo transplant teeming with sake ghosts and small-plate sorcery.
I reeled out into the sodium-lit sprawl, veins humming with umami overload and the faint tang of impending divorce from my steak-and-potatoes past, pledging a desperado’s vow to this Omaha odyssey. Five stars? Hell, I’d trade the family tractor for a lifetime supply. Paul, you oceanic outlaw; Georgia, you whirlwind wraith—keep wielding those blades and trays, for Yoshitomo’s fever burns eternal in the flatline of flyover frenzy. 
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: Sushi, Hama Toast
Love good sushi, really wanted this place to live up to the hype. It doesn’t. Tiny, crowded, loud dining room, mediocre service, and would take Akurai’s sushi at half the cost any day. Too bad.
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 3
Service: 3
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