Sam Katakura is big, his downtown restaurant is tiny, and he rules his roost solo, with an iron hand. His curmudgeonly, tempestuous persona brings to mind scary visions of Seinfeld‘s Soup Nazi. Accounts of abusive behavior at his hand are legendary, worn like badges of honor among the regulars who live to tell the tale. Follow his posted rules of service, which require customers to write their own order then silently place it on the sushi bar, and hope for the best. His deservedly acclaimed miso soup—a huge, steaming bowl chock full of tofu, mushrooms, sprouts, seaweed, bok choy, burdock and grated carrots—is a calling card. But at least as often as not, the call is met with disdain: “You want miso soup? Go somewhere else! Too busy for miso soup!” Sam is far more generous with sushi orders, which are very large and priced small; it’s quantity, not quality that distinguishes Sam’s, and a prime location within easy walking distance of downtown office workers.
Payment Type: MasterCard, Visa, cash
Reservations: Not Necessary