I used to work in NYC occasionally… Quite a bit actually… Anyways, a colleague at work owed me a solid- promised me for years to take me to Nobu. (Never did fulfill his obligation.)
Ended up taking my family and it was rather disappointing.
My favorite Japanese restaurant story is me and two other guys taking multiple trains in to Chiba, and then walking down every dark alley. It’s Japan, your quite safe.
We keep seeking out darker and smaller alleys, darker and darker each corner. You hear mah-jongg tables in the background… That’s probably a place you don’t wanna walk into. Lol
We eventually ended up in a small joint establishment owned by a former kabuki theater player.
Delightful delicious meal, some very strange things happening like the bill total being the exact amount of money we had on us collectively. Bizzarro!