You know the one.
That magical Japanese wonderland on Lincoln Road.
So, it’s still there. But in honor of this leap day, you’re getting, well, a leap Doraku. On the mainland.
Presenting Doraku, a Japanese den of maki and jalapeño martinis, now open in Mary Brickell Village.
Think of this as a Zen-like pagoda by way of a sake-downing izakaya: water fountain gurgling at the entrance, outdoor communal table fashioned out of 100-year-old church wood, a waiting area with cream-colored cushions arranged evenly on the floor. Also, a bunch of empty sake barrels hanging over the bar. (Never a bad thing.)
This is the kind of place you’re coming to on a Friday dinner date. You’ll sequester yourselves in an intimate booth and start the evening with a Cucumber Cup Shot (watermelon, lemon juice and sake in a hollowed-out cuke). Perhaps follow it with an order of the Ultimate Coconut Shrimp Roll (coconut-crusted fried black tiger shrimp topped with mango salsa). And lastly, take a parting shot from one of the 50 varieties of sake on hand.
Because 51 would be just plain ridiculous.