Tuesday night, dinner at:
Shishito den Miso.
New Style Sashimi.
Rock Shrimp Tempura.
King Crab Tempura.
Broiled Black Cod with Miso.
Chocolate Souffle Bento Box.
The Coconut Bomb. This picture is too confusing. It was icecream encased in a coconut sorbet shell sitting on a cookie thing in a deep bowl filled with yogurt.
Warm Sticky Date Pudding Cake.
Post-dinner, as the restaurant had begun to clear out.
So, yes. Nobu is undoubtedly one of New York's most famous restaurants (and therefore . . . one of the world's most famous restaurants?). Cynics would put it down for all sorts of reasons, even go so far as to call it a chain, but let me tell you what I know: My dinner was decadent, my dinner was delicious. I would do it again. But on a different night, because apparently celebrities don't dine there on Tuesdays.
Almost my favorite thing that I ate were the greens that garnished a number of the dishes. Next time I'm ordering more vegetables.
And I feel I owe you this additional bit of an explanation: In her free time, Lexia is a hostess at Nobu. In addition to her hefty discount, her fellow employees gifted us our appetizers and desserts.