Aoki
234 West 48th Street between Eighth Avenue and Broadway
New York, NY 10036
212-956-2356
Nick and I came here for a prompt dinner before catching a preview of the new Shrek musical. When we walked in, the space was toasty and therefore super welcoming, as it was like 5 degrees outside. Or at least it sure felt that way. We sat in a padded booth (I mention this because the other side of the restaurant featured what looked like Plexiglas booths next to a shimmering wall of water) in the swankily decorated restaurant. The waiters were eager. Our particular guy, I’m not sure why he wrote down that I wanted salad with my meal and then asked me a minute later if I wanted soup or salad. Go figure.
Aoki was not very busy so that the food came out quickly. It was a weekday evening, so that might have something to do with it. Nick seemed to like his rolls a lot. I had ordered chirashi. The salad was your average sushi accompaniment salad, nothing out of the ordinary. The chirashi was not right. Chirashi is pieces of raw fish placed over a bowl of rice, and what was presented to me was a tray with a half-sphere of rice in one corner, and the fish in the other corner. Huh? That’s just sashimi with rice on the side. I was irked. And the fish should have been colder. Bah.
