My best friend wanted to take me out for my birthday to a particular spot he had in mind, but it was full. As we walked to my car defeated, Nomé Izakaya caught our eye – my friend and I had never been there before. As we pulled open the heavy door, inside we found the room narrow and dim, soft blue lighting highlighted the sparkling oysters, like a jewelry box on the long wooden bar. The place kinda has a loungey feel. I can definitely see this place getting a little wild and crazy on Friday & Saturday nights: music’s loud, my chopsticks fall on the ground, only a half-a-second goes by and this sexy, almost robotically perfect waitress is there with a new pair in her hand. That is crazy good service.
As the evening progresses the place seems to fill up with, I hate to say, the stereotypical “nightclub crowd”, and I am slightly surprised. Not because it’s a bad thing. It’s because, again, I’ve never heard of this, awesome spot. The lights get dimmed throughout the space. The music’s getting louder. Nome had quite the buzz going that night, I like the cocktail list (go for the drinks), however the food is hit and miss.
Tako wasabi is good, but is… meh. Next, a big beef roll is just that, really BIG. A large sloppy piece of sushi stuffed with slabs of beef, lettuce, wasabi, heavy on the mayo seems more like a all-you-can-eat-fill-me-up . Korean style beef sashimi arrives totally unseasoned, looking and tasting very similar to a package of raw meat. Not exactly, what you’re looking for in sashimi.
Ugh. So many things that I did not like, or were not executed properly. However that one dish at the end, the short ribs (and the cocktails) made me reconsider this spot for another go.