This eclectic neo-Japanese restaurant is a scene to be seen...
Nobu is hipper than you are. How hip is that? There's no sign
on the hotel where it resides, no sign on the restaurant, no
way to find it without asking. The entrance is equally obscure:
a small opening at the far end of a dimly lit bar. Inside, Nobu
is spare to the point of stark, and stark to the point of grim.
It's so hip that Madonna has already eaten here. And you haven't.
Both flavors and prices can take your breath away. With the best
dishes--slabs of exquisitely fresh yellowtail with jalapeno and
citrus ponzu or grilled skewered salmon smeared with Peruvian
chili paste--you gladly swallow the expense. With others--limp
and soggy tempura or very ordinary molten chocolate cake with
tasteless sesame ice cream--you choke on it. "New style" and
soft-shell crab rolls are superb. Signature miso-marinated black
cod has an unbelievably plush texture but is disconcertingly