Makoto

When we want sushi in the city we often opt for Makoto, simply by dint of it being so classically… Japanese. We probably need to clarify that comment. See, we don’t just mean the staff are Japanese or there’s flute and funny-one-string-guitar music playing in the back (although they are, and there is). It’s that special Japanese attention to detail. The napkins look like origami. The wasabi is fresh grated. You leave your shoes at the door. The geisha – ok, waitresses, but they’re so attentive you’d be forgiven for mixing up the terms – might as well wipe your mouth and hold your hand in the toilet. And the food, needless to say, is excellent. There’s no mucking about; this is old-school stuff prepared with the height of focus and technique. For a splurge (around $60), try the kaiseki, a 10-course seasonal tasting menu.