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If Umami wasn't a restaurant, it would be a gazelle. It would roam across the plains of over-sized portions and fried food of Pittsburgh, being itself and being the best at it while we all quietly watched.
This is the best restaurant not named after a starch and a protein in the city. If you don't feel like loading into a mega bus or shelling out the hundred bucks to JFK, Umami is the closest place to NYC in the burgh. I've been three or four times since it has opened, and I have nothing but good things to say. Literally, everything I've had from the chirashi to the robatayaki to the gyoza is unbeatable.
Not to brag, but I was also told by a server that my wife and I were the first to finish a bucket of sake and still order more. That's Umami, though. They'd be the best, they'd go for better, and they'd never settle. Umami would be the fastest, most graceful, beautiful gazelle.
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