I went in expecting to have my mind blown. It wasn't.
The service was what surprised me the most. Hot towels all the time. They'd put the napkin on me, move my chair for me. The kind of attention where they're doing things for you before you even think to ask.
I honestly struggled to follow a lot of the explanations. My English isn't great, so some of the stories and context probably went over my head. That's not on them. They took really good care of me.
The sake pairing was probably the highlight. These were likely the best sakes I've ever had. Every one was delicious, and each came with a story about what they were trying to express.
The food was genuinely interesting. I ate things I'd never had anywhere else. Some of the sushi was prepared in what I understood to be styles from hundreds of years ago. The aging techniques and the amount of work behind everything were impressive.
But I never had that moment of: holy shit, this is the best nigiri I've ever eaten. So this is what rich people get to enjoy.
I could appreciate the craft. It just didn't translate into having my mind blown, especially for $1,000.
The sake and the service were exceptional. But honestly, I enjoy a $100 omakase in Argentina way more.
