When Brian turned thirty this past January we looked high and low for a few indulgent things to do in New York City. The thing is, so many of the fancy restaurants don't keep my interest for very long. Give me a plate of dumplings or slice of good pizza and I'll be more happy than I am with tiny plates of foraged mushrooms at every-other-farm-to-table-restaurant or upscale Italian joint in the city.
Ahem, but sushi, I'm ready to burn a hole in my pocket for sushi. Elegant fish prepared piece by piece is exactly the kind of thing worthy a big milestone. So after a bit of a research, we decided that Sushi Yasuda was perfect for marking an entire new decade.
Sushi Yasuda is one of the top sushi restaurants in Manhattan even if Mr. Yasuda has moved on. It's tucked away on a nondescript block near Grand Central. The simple layout has an understated elegance, the kind of light and minimal restaurant I've already created fantasy narratives about visiting Japanese business travelers stopping in for dinner.
For the full experience, the kind worthy of splurging for because that's what you're going to do here, we sat at the bar for the Omakase set where the chef prepares the sushi meal piece by piece for you. There was no set menu or price when took our spot at the warm colored bar. We didn't even order drinks, instead sipping green tea that is generously refilled by attentive waiters. The only question we were asked was what we didn't want before the chef began. I decided I didn't want to try sea urchin, but Brian did, fish being one of the few times he's more adventurous with food than me. When we weren't supposed to use soy sauce he let us know, which I loved, because of course we're woefully unaware Americans. Often he'd set down a trio of fish, my favorite being variations of salmon. He'd note for us if something was flown in from Japan. Each bite was velvety and rich, the right balance of fatty fish to sushi rice's slight sweetness, with a hint of wasabi underneath.
The older Sushi chef had a sweet smile, a bit of a quiet wit. He laughed when he asked us if we were finished after what felt like a million years marked in single pieces of fish. When the bill was paid we left, it was lightly raining in the city but warm for a January so we decided to stroll across town, thinking we'd probably never dine that well again because to be honest, some roundtrip plane tickets are cheaper.
Sushi Yasuda 204 East 43rd Street New York, New York 10017 212-972-1001 www.sushiyasuda.com