No reservations? There is four hour public parking in back which you'll need. Stand outside shivering like Oliver Twist while the rest of us with a booking glide past you.
The Hostee looked past me as I slid past her and past the the comfy booths and the Bar all reserved for others.
"We have a beautiful table for you" said the assistant Hostee. The table was so small it could only be called a tab. When you stop at Les Deux Magots in Paris just for just Ice Cream that's the table you'll get. If I put the point of my elbow down there was little room for the plates of food that looked so good as they were served to diners at the commodious booths.
So, don't over order as you'll have to set plates on the floor or the table next to you. Nice way to make new friends I suppose. I had to give away my water bottle and the romantic tea candle to make room for my cocktail.
The Decor: A dimly lit concrete box, plain plastered walls ginning up the din of diners chewing and chatting. Oh, and the chairs are made in a Maximum Security Prison. They are butt numbing bare metal. So anywhere but a cushy booth might be uncouth.
There is a high end music system floating cool jazz to smooth and soothe the soul. And while nothing is perfect...the food here is.
The Bar: Spirits? Limited. Wine? Vast. The usual suspects? Yes. Sake and Craft Beer and mocktails which is like taking a bath in a wet suit.
I couldn't decide. My butt was loosing it's feeling, I was grumpy, time for alcohol. My Ume Hi came tall with Yellow Genepi (a fortified aromatic slurp made from hybrid grapes from NY and flowers from the French Alps and hose aged Ume (Japanese Plums). Who thinks this stuff up?
No matter this drink was terrific. Sweet and dry I stopped wondering why I wanted to try this place and was glad I did. Ume...yum.
The Staff: Teamwork makes the dream work. Some wandered about, some flew about, some needed a shout out and somehow it all flowed. Claudia was a charmer. She took off all the edge the Ume Hi left behind and made a true difference in the experience.
Who's here? Neighbor's taking a Felix break. The young and the Hip. Rent a newborn Baby to feel like you're fitting in.
The Food: Oh rapture, oh bliss. Eat it all as nothing is a miss. Playful Japanese Izakaya fare awaits you.
The Crispy Chicken Thigh Karaage with Chili Honey was a perfect bar nibble. Crunchy to the last nugget with a drift of heat. I'll have a bucket of those, please. Make that two buckets.
The Yellowfin Tuna, Ginger, Scallion, Wasabi Hand Roll was so tasty it disappeared faster than a Crypto Investment. (They probably lose half a dozen of the tiny cute pitchers of Shoyu per night).
The Santa Barbara Uni with Shiso, Cuccumber and Wasabi will make you looney for Uni even if it's not your thing, it will be here.
Six Gyoza housed boiled Shrimp Paste, Fresno Chili, Cilantro, and Ginger. It was more Dumpling than Gyoza but who's quibbling when you're dribbling the delicious Sauce the Gyoza are resting in. Challenge your Chopstix chops and pop them in your maw while they're hot, and then when no one is looking drink the slightly spicy Sauce.
The Fuya Persimmon with Purple Daikon, Myoga (Japanese Ginger), Soba Furikake and Shiso was truly divine. The Persimmon and Daikon were Mandolined razor thin and then arrayed in a flawless fan. It was like eating your Grandma's Doily only tastier. This dish was absolutely brilliant.
Baby Turnips and Greens were nice. A splash pf Ume and sprinkle of Sesame Seeds added to this offering. Turnips are like Escargot and the tongue of your Nike Air Jordan. They all depend on a tasty Sauce to bath in. Here the preparation made the difference between the canned and bland and the tasty Turnip treat you'd want to eat.
Mixed Fried Rice with Duck, Shredded Escarole, Mandarin Kosho, and torn Mint was also excellent. There was a slow crawl toward heat like the seat warmer in your 2010 Acura. This dish will fulfill any wish for wonderful.
The slices of Char Grilled Lamb rubbed with Garam Masala and skewered with Pickled Onion was hit and miss between mystery chew and woo hoo who knew it could be this good?
The warm Carrot and Buckwheat Cake with Miso Caramel and Butter Pecan Gelato made for a happy ending and was truly spiritual.
So, if you're a high liver, and can nab a tab at RVR, you should shiver with joy and yell "oh boy", as you're dining at one the best in the City. read more