I've got a fever, and the prescription isn't Medicine

A new, trendy restuarant just opened inside the Crocker Galleria offering "Japanese vegetarian restaurant serving a centuries-old Zen Buddhist diet." (Sounded interesting, I dig the Buddhists.) It's called, "Medicine." Actually, the full name is Medicine New-Shojin Eatstation, and that's more of a mouthful than you get eating there. A coworker and I had the Soba and the Tempura lunches, each about $10. Undoubtedly, most of that money went to pay the staff of 17 employees that we spotted (at lunch, no less), it certainly didn't end up on the plate. We were confused by most of what little arrived. Even after tasting the tiny items of food, we spent the better part of the meal trying to figure out what the hell any of it was. I got the Tempura plate, figuring "How bad can deep-fried food be?" Now, I know. The menu is all vegetarian so you don't feel like crap after eating there, but you don't feel like you got any food either. Had we taken that same fifteen dollars (mandatory 17% tip added for your convenience) into the Farmer's Market next door, we would've eaten like vegetarian kings. I'm sure the staff, who probably overheard us talk of making a quick run to Wendy's after, felt that we probably "didn't get it." But, without a doubt, we got it. We'll just probably never get it again. If, however, you like small portions of odd food that cost a lot, you'll love the place.