Some of the coolest stuff's names start with a single letter, like K Swiss, B-Legit, and E. Honda, the enjoyment of which often led to report cards reading F Algebra. Putting the 18th letter first, and awesome Asian eats on your plate, R Rice.
Not named after the dude who's straight murdering your fantasy team, R Rice's an eclectic, zen-oozing Asian grill & wok-ery, serving sushi and creative meals in a mostly bronze-hued space decked with natural wood flooring, brushed steel walls, thick wooden dividers between dining areas, and above, a large floating trellis, but not a floating Ellis, cause then all diners' last names would be "Smith". Get to snackin' on General Tso's-sauced wings or fried/steamed Japanese dumplings, then move on to sammies like the beer-battered soft shell crab w/ cucumber relish & grapefruit aioli, panko-crusted BBQ chicken katsu, and pepper steak wasabi served "Philly-style", but not Motownphilly-style, because they couldn't find any cardigans that make you look like you work at Foot Locker. Keep stuffing with Thai fried rice/noodle bowls (chicken, shrimp, beef, or seafood mix), entrees such as salmon or scallop teppanyaki and grilled/house-spiced grouper, plus sashimi, sushi in deep-fried format (the salmon, asparagus & crabmeat "Dynamite"), or nigiri like the suzuki sea bass, which you and your Sidekick'll eat until you tip over.
Battle boringness with 13 by-the-glass vinos, 10 beers, and house cocktails like the "Volcano" (SoCo, vodka, OJ, pineapple, amaretto), and the citrus vodka, Grand Marnier, OJ & grenadine "Trouble" -- also what you were in when your report card reached Mom, and even your Guile couldn't keep you from getting a hundred-hand slap.