Fat Panda

I liked the sushi train feel to the restaurant, but the sushi itself was nothing amazing. The fish didn’t taste fresh for the price you were paying per dish. Each dish ranged from $ 3-​$ 5 and adds up quickly after a few dishes.
The Panda Cotta was pretty good. The banana icecream tasted like it was made in house. I thought the salted caramel with Belgian chocolate was decent but in the end I don’t think it was worth $ 15. Wouldn’t recommend coming here for sushi, there’s plenty of other places that are much better.

It’s hard to find a good Japanese restaurant … any where. Fat Panda is run by a young couple, their food is always fresh & full of flavor. The staff are friendly & very accommodating. Yes, we are regulars there, so we are bias. We also like our fine dining & their desserts are, dare I say, better than most fine dining places in Sydney! It changes regularly & is a must try.

Not the best.
I like the intimate feel of the place but most of the food was disappointing.
With the exception of the salt and pepper calamari.
Also when I asked the waitress «why the mash potato was famous» she replied «we make it ourselves from scratch»
I can’t see anyone thinking that that mash would be famous. It was gluey and it had lumps.

Expensive, not authentic jap, is not run by jap ppl! Waitress was too pushy for us to order quickly but talked too much and mumbled

I judge a restaurant by its name. So when I found out Fat Panda is a Japanese restaurant, I’m already squatting in a thinker pose in the middle of a koi pond pondering.
Pandas are not Japanese!
Japanese food doesn’t make you fat! WHAT ON EARTH?
My friend told me I should get up from my suggestive position and just walk in and see for myself. I obliged after 4 hours when my thighs got numb. Waking in, the sensor doors slide to unravel another puzzle: Fat Panda has a sushi train, dining tables and a bar? What is this puzzle of a restaurant? Chirpy waitstaff get me seated and take me straight to the alcohol list as if they were telepathic. They know me?! But how?
The menu has all your favorites like teriyaki, decently fresh sashimi and gyozas but those waiting for grilled Panda will still need to fly to China. Ok so it’s not very authentic in the sense the chef was a ninja from Kanazawa and hurls plates of sushi like shurikens, but you would’ve figured it out already by the restaurant name right? So instead you have a Mr Nguyen doing a decent job at it instead. Hell the kitchen makes a mean crème brûlée to finish that puts some Frenchies to shame.
Ah ha, I got it! Fat Panda leaves you feeling like you just hugged a Fat Panda — a little warm and fuzzy. I haven’t hugged a real one, but I «imagine» that’s what it would feel like.