Sushi on Jones. Design by Scott Kester
If we’re going down to bare-bones, though, my favorite is Sushi on Jones. It’s not a restaurant. It is barely a counter, and what walls it has were slapped up around the lot of an abandoned mechanic’s garage in a way that does not do much to intimidate the winter wind. (Blankets draped over the four metal stools help.) For $50, you get fish and Wagyu beef sushi in a fast-paced blur.
Around the corner on the Bowery is the site where CBGB used to stand in all its cruddy glory, and eating at Sushi on Jones is a little like seeing the Ramones play there: Something new comes along every two minutes, it’s over in half an hour, and you walk out carrying a buzz of energy.
From Sushi on Jones article by Pete Wells, Photo by Sasha Maslov for The New York Times