"Our group had such a great time here for NYE! 🎉 The vibes were 10/10 with great music and atmosphere. Our server was super attentive, and the food was amazing. Highly recommend the veggie wontons and shiitake mushroom tempura roll. I definitely want to come back to try other options on the menu!"

"The place is really nice however the drinks and food doesn’t match. The menu is very hard to understand and honestly the only things we liked were the potstickers and the Dino dog. The food didn’t have much seasoning or flavor. Very bland. The drinks were horrible. I paid $70 for 4 drinks and they were not good at all at the bar. The waitress was very friendly and tried to explain everything. I exchanged my food and by the time my order was ready we had paid the bill already. Took way too long and was horrible when I got home."

"Very eclectic take on a Japanese restaurant. There is a mix of traditional Japanese to unique adaptations of Japanese cuisine on the menu with something for everyone. Like someone in our group mentioned, where else can you get quality sushi, noodles, hotdogs, hamburgers, and tacos under one roof. All the food we tried was excellent for taste, quality, and freshness. Service was well executed and staff is friendly. I highly recommend Hojoko for anyone looking for a fun atmosphere with great food and service. For added fun, order the Wasabi Roulette for your group (with horchata antidote)."

"Came here before a concert. Interesting restaurant/bar. Very dark inside. Looks like we were in a basement. Nice outdoor seating. Restaurant attached to a hotel. Food was fusion. It was OK. Had the Korean Wings, it was OK. Sauce was thick. The shrimp toast was legit on a bread not a baguette. We got the pan fried dumplings with what I think is Hot Pot sauce. Also pretty pricey but again it was in Boston."

"Hojoko hits you before you even sit down. You walk in and the place hums at its own frequency. On the right, the bar is already working overtime, tossing cocktails and kamikaze shots into a crowd that looks like it has been waiting all week for this exact moment. Beyond it, the open kitchen glows with steel and fire, cooks moving with a rhythm that feels almost cinematic. Then you notice the pool next door, separated by glass, a surreal 50s hotel tableau pressed right against the dining room. It should feel strange, but it works. It is Boston trying on a different skin for the night. Once you sit, the noise settles into something closer to a pulse. It is loud, it is chaotic, and it invites you to stop pretending you wanted a quiet dinner. People are celebrating, laughing, living a little bit outside the lines, and you feel like you should be part of it. This is not a place for restraint. This is a place to lean in. The service is friendly and stretched thin at the same time, the way any good party gets ahead of its hosts now and then. My Sapporo took longer than it should have, and the food drifted out at its own pace. It was a busy night. I was ready to move faster, keep the fun sailing along at a steady clip, but sometimes the tide is not yours to control. When the potstickers arrived, they were gone almost instantly. Pork and shrimp packed tight with a dipping sauce that had a little kick but never tried to prove anything. Four of them, which is too few for people who enjoy eating, but just enough to make you want the next thing even more. Then came the burger, the dish that carries the weight of reputation here. The Wagyu Cheeseburger is not subtle. It is rich, salty in the right ways, and built with the kind of confidence that does not bother asking how you want it cooked. They know what they are doing, and they do it well. The shoelace fries are the right choice. Crispy, light, perfect for scooping up whatever spills out of the bun. It is the kind of burger you could eat twice and still want another bite. The Sapporo, once it finally landed, was a clean, easy drink. Light enough to go down fast, familiar enough to not distract from the food. It paired well with everything, especially the burger, which demanded something cold and uncomplicated. Portions were exactly what they needed to be. The potstickers, good but fleeting. The burger, perfectly sized and gone too soon, in the way that all great burgers disappear. When the night wrapped up, the standout was obvious. The burger alone is worth the trip. The only disappointment was waiting for that first beer, watching the party start around me while my own spark waited for a match. Hojoko is the kind of place where the noise hits first, the grill smoke follows, and before you know it you are swept into a night that feels louder, faster, and more alive than you expected, all anchored by a burger worth crossing the city for."