A Life Worth Eating

中央区銀座8-7-6, Tokyo, Japan, Official Website

Sushi is my favorite food. There’s nothing so satisfying as a slice of the freshest fish imaginable just barely brushed with soy sauce — or dusted with a pinch of salt — atop a small bed of warm rice. Omakase is a great way to enjoy this experience because it introduces the elements of surprise as well as the chef’s knowledge of the day’s best catch. But how does the chef always know what I want? Sometimes an elaborate sushi meal is too much; sometimes I want to choose a handful fish I’m craving and eat lightly. Sometimes, ordering a la carte at a sushi counter is the way to go.

Kyubei sushi, in Ginza, is perfect for diners who want to chose their own fish. The relatively informal atmosphere in combination with ease of getting a reservation at one of its five locations throughout the city makes it a good option for a last-minute dinner decision. Besides, who can object to a meal of eight pieces of unimaginably fresh sea urchin sushi? (I’ve done it before.) The fish at Kyubei is extremely fresh and the pricing much more reasonable than Sukiyabashi Jiro.

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港区南青山5-3-2南青山, Tokyo, Japan, Official Website

My last meal at Pierre Gagnaire, Paris was a roller coaster. Lots of ups and downs and by the end of service I was left holding on to my chair in confusion. Any great restaurant has to take risks in the kitchen to achieve something great. But my original experiences were like a lottery, and after three meals at Gagnaire Paris, I kept losing.

Pierre Gagnaire Tokyo, in some ways, was the complete opposite. There were few risks. Everything was consistent. This is good in the sense that no single course was particularly disappointing; bad, however, that nothing was exceptional. Exceptional cuisine balance risk-taking and spontaneity with consistency, and it’s no easy task. My meal here was an extremely toned-down version of my meal in Paris.

新宿区西新宿3-7-1-2, Tokyo, Japan, Official Website

The New York Grill and its adjacent bar sits atop the 52th floor of the Park Hyatt in Nishishinjuku, Tokyo. This hotel, and in particular its rooftop bar, was made famous by the 2003 movie Lost in Translation. As in the movie the bar, with its somber spot lighting de-emphasizing the interior and emphasizing the breathtaking views of Tokyo, has to it an ethereal quality where visitors are at awe by the twinkling panorama while simultaneously in disbelief they are actually there. Or maybe that’s just the jetlag.

The restaurant, paneled with art deco paintings by Valerio Adami, has gone through several chefs over the last five years, the most recent of whom, Nadine Waechter Moreno, took over as Chef de Cuisine in August of 2010. My experiences at the Park Hyatt were under the previous chef, Stefan Moerth.

中央区銀座7-5-5, Tokyo, Japan, Official Website

Why eat French food in Tokyo? Because it’s usually better than in France! Located on the second floor of its own two-story building in Ginza, L’Osier perches over the surrounding street lined with designer stores and Tokyo’s fashion-savvy shoppers. L’Osier is both style and substance, however; its plates both visually stunning and delicious.

I had a meal here in 2006 and never got around to posting it. But I have such strong and positive memories about my experience here that it would be an injustice not to share it. I’m going to post what I remember based on my notes. I ate here before Michelin came to Tokyo and rated this restaurant three stars. It’s interesting to see how this restaurant seems to have only gotten better since then.

中央区日本橋室町2-1-1, Tokyo, Japan, Official Website

Signature is the home of chef Olivier Rodriguez who formerly worked at the Tokyo location of Enoteca Pinchiorri. His menu read straightforward with two tasting menus and an à la carte section. The tasting menu seemed like a little much since my body still thought it was seven in the morning. So we ordered a few of dishes from the à la carte section and decided to split them. Well, maybe we ordered a lot of dishes.

The exorbitant prices are justified (somewhat) by the exquisite view. We were lucky enough to have a window table, and maybe it was the jetlag but I felt like I was eating on the edge of a cliff. My eyes were in awe of the view: thousands of red lights flickering atop the Tokyo skyline.