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Depending on how fine a point you want to put on these things, Osaka can either be your favorite Japanese restaurant in town, or a joint not worth having a yen for.
Since 1967, it has plied Las Vegans with passable representations of Japanese food from its somewhat dingy/sketchy surroundings on West Sahara, and it exists, even thrives, because of a loyal following who fell in love with this food decades ago, and return for decent sushi, sashimi, hand and cut rolls, as well as everything from udon noodle bowls to teriyaki and shabu shabu.