
Sushi on Me
Actually, it’s the sake that’s on the house at this gonzo party masquerading as an omakase restaurant. The chefs stand behind a long sushi bar in a frat house-esque basement space (neon signs, basic furnishings) and they keep the rice wine flowing in unlimited quantities during the course of your one-hour meal—no small feat, as they’re also cracking jokes non-stop, DJing pop songs, and slicing up unusually dramatic sushi and sashimi dishes (15 courses!). The raw fish gets blowtorched, or served dabbed with a bubble of smoke, or set afloat in an intriguing sauce, or yes, wrapped around rice. It’s all tasty and though it may not be the most refined sushi you could try in NYC, I can guarantee this will be the most festive meal of your trip.
Also at 742 Driggs Ave, in Brooklyn.
Actually, it’s the sake that’s on the house at this gonzo party masquerading as an omakase restaurant. The chefs stand behind a long sushi bar in a frat house-esque basement space (neon signs, basic furnishings) and they keep the rice wine flowing in unlimited quantities during the course of your one-hour meal—no small feat, as they’re also cracking jokes non-stop, DJing pop songs, and slicing up unusually dramatic sushi and sashimi dishes (15 courses!). The raw fish gets blowtorched, or served dabbed with a bubble of smoke, or set afloat in an intriguing sauce, or yes, wrapped around rice. It’s all tasty and though it may not be the most refined sushi you could try in NYC, I can guarantee this will be the most festive meal of your trip.
Also at 742 Driggs Ave, in Brooklyn.










