The last time my lover and I visited New York, we ate at a Japanese restaurant near TriBeCa called Nobu. This is a place as renowned for its $500 lunches as for its fusion sashimi, so I went with some trepidation. We were seated in the warmly lit annex--Nobu Next Door. The waiter sported a fine rockabilly quiff. Our friend Jill, a Nobu veteran (on someone else's expense account), pitched for a particular sake and two appetizers. Dave and I demanded cold soba noodles, having never tasted the 100 percent buckwheat variety. Will argued for uni. Each of us ordered our favorite... More >>>