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MY.
GOSH.
Decided it was time to go back to Vegas for football and fine dining (the last time was a 36 hour non stop double birthday trip with all the besties). Anyways, after quite a lengthy search, I came across Kabuto and immediately called to make reservations, a month in advance.
This chic little sushi spot is in the heart of Chinatown surrounded by tons of restaurants, massage parlors, and shops. If you don't know what you're looking for, you'll probably miss it. There's a shop next door with a GIANT spoon, Bingo! You'll know what I'm talking about when you see it.
Once you walk in, there's a long sushi bar that seats ~10 and 3-4 tables that seats medium sized groups, a total of 22 or so, I believe. They have two seatings a night. One at 6:00pm (not 6:30, remember this!) and one at 8:30pm. Reservations are required and you'll likely be turned away without them since they even have wait lists for the evening. It's a pretty low key atmosphere and very simply decorated.
We show up all fance and I excitedly give them my name and...and...and... they tell me they don't have a seat for me. For some reason, I thought our reservation was for 6:30 and not 6:00! They gave our seats away (after calling, except my phone was at the Apple store and they had no way to reach me). The lady said if we wanted to get on the wait list for the night she would put us on there. So, with no hopes of dining at Kabuto I left with no appetite for anything else and the saddest face ever.
An hour or so later, ring ring, it's Kabuto!! There was another party that was a no show and they ask if we'd still like to dine there tonight. Um YESPLEASEOMG.
We go all the way back to Chinatown, and upon arrival are seated at the end of the bar. We decide on the Kabuto menu, serving Edomae tradition of sushi. It's a pretty penny but 1000bajillion and 1% worth it. They start you off with a delicious house-made sake which sets you up for how delicious the meal is.
Course after course, everything was plated beautifully, absolutely delicious, and the service was impeccable.
We were chatting with the sushi chef that mentioned the fish comes straight from Japan with a 17 hour turn around. SEVENTEEN HOURS. HOLY COW (err FISH), this place is another level. The quality, freshness, and deliciousness is probably the closest you'll get to being in Tokyo, outside of Tokyo.
Shoutouts to my faves: fresh wasabi, wakaremi, kamasu, ma-tai and the escargot.
Every bite you eat here will be just as good as the last you ate, if not better.
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