wagyu – life on macro.

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Sushi on Jones
Bowery Market
348 Bowery
New York, NY 10012

The timer starts. It counts down from 30 minutes. You have 12 courses of sushi presented to you individually and beautifully seasoned. Plus a hand roll for $12 extra. The omakase is only $50, quite a steal in New York City. Oh, and it’s outdoor seating only — 4 seats, for which you have to make reservations for (via text (917) 270-1815). Late for 2 minutes and you don’t get to eat.

We made sure we would be early — in fact, we were in the area an hour before. A few blocks away is Coffee Project, where the deconstructed latte lives.

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But I digress.

Back to the Bowery Market.

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This outdoor foodie paradise has quite a variety of eateries — tacos?

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The Butcher’s Daughter.

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Still waiting…

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There it is. The 4 coveted seats.

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Tea is $2.50 extra. And it’s Yogi tea. Felt a little jipped. No real matcha? Boo. But that’s not what we’re here for. Ready?

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One of the creamiest uni I’ve ever had.

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What you come here for. Uni on wagyu action.

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After the last course, the chef asked if we wanted anything else. We asked for the uni wagyu hand roll, of course!

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At the end of the meal, I wasn’t quite full yet, but the quality is definitely top notch. After the extra hand roll, tax and tips, it came out to be about $84 per person. Try it and let me know what you think.

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.