All this talk about dinner’s really making us want dinner.
Oh, you weren’t talking about dinner yet?
Then let’s talk about dinner.
The one you’ll have tonight at Shalom Japan, a Williamsburg corner spot where Jewish and Japanese food are happening simultaneously, now bursting forth with first-date charm.
The key to this place: a happy marriage. One between a Mile End and Torrisi vet with a Jewish background and a Japanese chef who’s been at Annisa and the Good Fork. They built this sunny little two-tops-and-a-bar collaboration based on their home-cooking tendencies.
And from this collaboration, you, as ever, will benefit. And you, for the first time, may consume lox, daikon, rice, avocado and roe on a single plate. Menu changes a bit each day, depending on the markets. But as an example, you and that day-ruiner you locked eyes with between Delancey/Essex and Marcy might be coyly sharing life stories over pastrami-stuffed chicken or challah made with the lees left from the sake-making process.
Also: the Eastern European wines. Those exist. Grab a two-top amongst the potted plants and patio windows, and try a Hungarian white or a Croatian rosé. Work up to cocktails, including a take on the Kir Royale that seamlessly incorporates Manischewitz.
Yes, you read that right.
Oh, you weren’t talking about dinner yet?
Then let’s talk about dinner.
The one you’ll have tonight at Shalom Japan, a Williamsburg corner spot where Jewish and Japanese food are happening simultaneously, now bursting forth with first-date charm.
The key to this place: a happy marriage. One between a Mile End and Torrisi vet with a Jewish background and a Japanese chef who’s been at Annisa and the Good Fork. They built this sunny little two-tops-and-a-bar collaboration based on their home-cooking tendencies.
And from this collaboration, you, as ever, will benefit. And you, for the first time, may consume lox, daikon, rice, avocado and roe on a single plate. Menu changes a bit each day, depending on the markets. But as an example, you and that day-ruiner you locked eyes with between Delancey/Essex and Marcy might be coyly sharing life stories over pastrami-stuffed chicken or challah made with the lees left from the sake-making process.
Also: the Eastern European wines. Those exist. Grab a two-top amongst the potted plants and patio windows, and try a Hungarian white or a Croatian rosé. Work up to cocktails, including a take on the Kir Royale that seamlessly incorporates Manischewitz.
Yes, you read that right.
