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| - Nobu.
Well, what can I say? I've wanted to go to Nobu for a really, really long time. Being in Vegas for the weekend, I decided this would be the time to do it.
We started with an assortment of sashimi. Tuna, Mackerel (which was completely delicious) and a couple others .... my brain stopped operating clearly after the mackerel. Then a large platter of raw Chilean sea bass with enoki and baby bok choy. A warm ginger infused mushroom broth was ladled over the fish table side which cooked the melt-in-your mouth, luscious bass ever so gently. MMMMMMM.
Next came tempura King Crab legs with an accompanying broth (which had sensational body) poured over the tempura right before eating. It was amazing. My husbands eyes rolled back into his head- I thought that he was having a seizure. Then came the spicy tuna roll and eel and cucumber roll. Both good. But the item that stole the show had to be the uni. And I mean in a bad way. So I've never had uni. I know that is super lame. But I've been waiting until I was at a really good establishment because I wanted to be sure that I was getting the best uni prepared by competent hands. My fantasy of being super cool vanished in a swift goopy instant. EEEEEEWWWW.
So it came pureed and then wrapped and tempura 'd. Wow. Well, having always prized myself on being somewhat of an adventurous eater I dove in head first, offering myself as the guinea pig. Big mistake! I take a bite. The exterior is nice and crisp. Within an instant my mouth was flooded with velvety toxic sea puke, orange ooze dripping on my plate below. Maintaining composure was very difficult- however, this practice will come in handy once the check comes.
-Abalone wasn't much more pleasant- similar flavor with the texture of chewing on somebody's ear.
Thank god a clever distraction appeared soon thereafter the "uni incident". Super thin slices of beautifully marbled raw Kobe beef on a large platter with six super hot rocks and an assortment of condiments and seasoning. So we got to cook our own slices of Kobe using our chopsticks as our instruments on the hot rocks. Can we say FUN? I've always wanted to do that.
Dessert sounded cool on the menu but in actuality it didn't taste too hot. I did like the Shiso sorbet though.
The reason why I have given Nobu 4 stars instead of 5 is because the fact that I had to go to the skanky, garish, soulless, death trap that is Vegas in order to dine there and because of the price. Even as I am writing this I cannot believe what I am about to say. I am accustomed to spending 250$ or so on a nice dinner . In this instance I was prepared to pay around 500-550$. But for a party of four, with no alcohol bill to speak of and 2 people confessing that they were still hungry upon our exiting, the bill came to 700 big ones. Ouch! Gees- I have to confess feeling mildly nauseas directly afterward. Am I just a cheap ol' broad? Or have I gone and acquired some sort of conscience or something? Something just felt really wrong about that. I just feel like it was self indulgent and empty. But, then again, I guess that pretty much sums up Vegas.
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