Today we’re going to talk about the opposite of that—a bright, shiny, culture-clashing Latin-Asian spot, where nothing is vintage (especially not the fish).
It’s called Fujimar and it soft-opens on Tuesday.
You’ve been here before when it was called Lima (in fact, the downstairs lounge still is), but now it’s gone mod: all red, white and steel.
On a date, you’ll make two stops: first, at the new bi-level bar, where you’ll sit on a red-velvet bar stool and loosen up over funky cocktails like a Manhattan made with sesame-infused Japanese rye and plum bitters.
Then it’s down the long hall to the glass-and-steel sushi bar, where they focus on simple rolls and sashimi, with fish flown in from Hawaii every day. To wash it down: the 22-ounce bottles of Japanese beer and the even heftier bottles of sake.
But for big dinner parties, you’ll book a massive white booth in the back dining room—and just start ordering everything. Sushi, sure, but also shareable main courses like lobster in wasabi-mango butter, Kung Pao Beef Fajitas and Black Velvet Chilean Sea Bass.
The Blue Velvet sea bass would have been too creepy.