Sushi Samba 7
87 Seventh Avenue at Barrow Street
New York, NY 10014
Leslie pointed out the West Village Sushi Samba to me over three years ago, and I remembered it because she was saying it was in Sex and the City (disclaimer: I do not watch that show). Since then, it was on the food rolodex, but I hadn’t pulled it out until now because Zen wanted to do Restaurant Week and wanted a Japanese joint. Okay then, Sushi Samba it was.
Peruvian, Japanese, Brazilian. There sure are a lot of Peruvian places in the West Village, no? The hostesses exuded bitchy vibes. The colorful room made up for that. Though a loud table of mostly males nearby brought the points down a bit. Our waitress’s heavy accent was sometimes difficult to decipher. Swift service though.
squid, prawns, rock shrimp, ponzu mayo, smoked soy
The seafood was fine, nothing stellar, but I was all over the ponzu mayo. Dee. Lish. Harped about it to Zen. Smoked soy was just tempura dipping sauce.
Braised Short Rib
roasted garlic, boniato purée, honshimiji mushroom , cabrales-stuffed shishito
The pepper looked like a breaded okra. The rib was tender though lacked distinctive flavor.
Warm Chocolate Banana Cake
maple butter, banana chip, vanilla rum ice cream
The wafer was exceptional! They needed to forget the other components and just make this dessert solely chocolately wafers.
Sushi Samba was style over substance. Not bad food, but I wouldn’t enthusiastically rave about the place to my pals. Though I did feel trendy sitting in our corner booth with bamboo wall. If you wanna go, go early, and be armed with a reservation.