
TaiGoogle review • 7 months ago
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Nostalgia is delicate but potent. In Greek, nostalgia literally means the pain from an old wound. It is a twinge in the heart far more powerful than memory alone.
That Don Draper quote belongs perfectly to this review of my 7th visit to Sukiyabashi Jiro Roppongi over a span of 14 years. My first experience was when I was 22 years old. Time and time again, a decade ago, this restaurant stood as the absolute pinnacle of my omakase journey. I deemed it a mecca for sushi fanatics, a place one must dine at least once before they die. I have always turned a blind eye and deaf ear to anyone who rated this holy ground below 5 stars.
Fast forward 10 years after my last visit in 2016. Walking back into the familiar room triggered that same nostalgic twinge. Everything looked and felt unchanged.
Having since savored the best omakase experiences near and far, I now judge this visit with a different lens. I give it 5 stars for nostalgia, but 3 mediocre stars for the actual experience. Like many 1 star reviewers here, I agree it felt like dining at a conscript camp, where you are death stared into eating every single piece immediately. There is no time to savor, no time to digest. Dish after dish, it felt less like a journey and more like McDonald’s for sushi.
The eerie silence and complete lack of ambience make you shudder at the thought of talking or expressing joy. This place is not cheap, and one pays hard earned money expecting what should be an hour plus experience. Instead, it becomes a 40 minute sprint.
Sushi wise, the artisan skill and meticulous knife work remain legendary. The vinegared rice is still god level. But when everything is considered together, the overall product falls short in today’s fiercely competitive food scene.