Alright, it time to get your head out of your trust-funded waxed ass, Mr. Patrick Alan Coleman, and maybe think about heading back to Brooklyn.

The first requirement for any restaurant award should be the quality of its food. Biwa does certainly not pass muster of even your own stated criteria. A tasteless ramen for $14 is neither "creative" nor "affordable."

The only thing Biwa excels at is providing a onamistic atmosphere for those that spend more on their hep cat eye frames and tragically tight hand stitched jeans than the annual food budget of the brown children they spend so much time dreaming of saving.

Lets call a spade a spade. Biwa is not about the food. Its about providing a stage for emotionally needy art school drop outs and faux rive guacheistes to be reminded by each other just how beautiful and special they truly are. Please don't give them any reason to venture beyond their well defined emotional and cultural boundaries.