We confess that we never sank our chopsticks into the egg foo yong and grits at departed Sino-Southern soul-food spot Hip Hop Chow. But we’re still thankful that its replacement bears no resemblance to that gimmicky eatery. Instead, a minimalist vibe pervades this snug space that barely manages to fit a handful of banquettes (upholstered in a tasteful shade of cream) and wooden tables. We made a beeline to the hospital-bright sushi bar, where a very polite waitress brought us our first course, an appetizer of fried chunks of panko-crusted chicken to nibble on. Our only gripe about the juicy poultry was that the menu touted it as spicy, even though its mayonnaise-based sauce lacked fire. Beyond the usual suspects, like yellowtail rolls and chicken teriyaki, the menu offers a few riffs on European standbys, such as a special starter of mushroom risotto—silver-dollar-size pucks of creamy rice topped with slivers of slightly sweet duck breast and fresh wasabi—that harmonize the two cuisines. A salty, overly chewy rib eye, however, didn’t fare as well. No matter—the main draw here is the top-notch sushi. The sashimi platter brims with eight varieties of immaculate raw seafood, including scallops so luscious they don’t need to be dipped in the sake-infused soy sauce. As with most Japanese spots, the dessert offerings are paltry, and we barely managed to polish off a humdrum chocolate soufflé cake and too-runny green-tea tart. But if it’s sushi you’re craving, this East Village addition shouldn’t be missed.
—TONY
We have been to Nori several times and the service has gotten worse and worse. The food decent yet overprices and there are several better alternatives in the neighborhood including Natori on St. Marks. Bless Bless.