Like sushi rolls, restaurants are even better with something special inside.
I don’t actually eat real sushi… yet. I’m still getting past the fact that most things that are raw are also slimy which is proving to be rather difficult. I can, however, now eat a piece or two of yellowtail sashimi and hold it together, which is a great improvement from immediately gagging on salmon roe (This is still a thing. However, I’m just accepting it because my sister, a true sushi lover, has the same reaction to such an ingredient). I now also exercise zero restraint on California rolls, anything with fruit inside, tempura things, and salmon teriyaki.
Salmon teriyaki is the real MVP. Moving on before a massive tangent happens…
While I might not be fully qualified to weigh in on the cuisine, don’t count me out just yet. A place’s overall vibe is just as, if not more, important. And as far as vibes go, Shokudo is where it’s at.
It’s a neat and tidy little place with some funk. There’s a solid playlist of pop hits everyone genuinely loves, with a strong emphasis on the new and improved Justin Bieber, and none of that super repetitive junk. The menu is not overwhelming, and even has a few things for those of us who don’t prefer our fish still swimming.
Delicious Miso action for starters…
I went the bento box route because I secretly wanted a taste of everything anyway, while my sister went for a modified poke bowl (pictured below). Shokudo took what has become a very trendy (and usually overpriced) dish and dialed it back a little, letting simplicity shine through. It’s true testament to the whole experience. My compartmentalized array of little delicacies was nothing to scoff at either.
And now you’ve gotten all the way to end of my first food post in a very, very long time and I haven’t even clarified what makes Shokudo so special. The building that houses Shokudo actually has quite the history; my grandparents used to own it. The bottom floor was once my grandfather’s pharmacy. Places with remaining bits of New York City history are becoming fewer and farther between. If you take a seat and look up, you’ll notice there are beams running across the ceiling. They are one of the only remaining original elements of the space. Everything else has been fully transformed.
Even so, Shokudo is a little oasis amongst all of the Hell’s Kitchen movement. I think even my grandfather, who was one tough cookie, would have given it his stamp of approval; his granddaughters certainly did!
658 9th Ave (Corner of 46th St)
New York, NY 10036