A long hallway next to a Japanese butcher shop begins our adventure tonight.
The restaurant’s allure draws upon having to find out the phone number to call (only by word of mouth), making the reservations (you have to know a previous diner’s full name), and making your way to this — with no sign except the number “57”.
Ringing the doorbell, it feels like you are entering someone’s residential apartment. And that’s how they want you to feel: like going to a friend’s house for dinner.
There are only 6 tables and a few bar seats. No wonder seating is so exclusive and limited.