A non-descript door saddled by two dinged up AC units are your first impressions of the local legend Shibucho. The moment you pass through the basic façade you’re transported thousands of miles away to a small sushi house in Tokyo. The fresh light bounces off every inch of the wood covered room blinding you for a moment from the lucky few at the bar savoring their experience. Like passing through a dense cob web the respect for Chef Shige is felt as you are guided to your table or seat at the bar. There is no menu and there is no need for a menu. The chef prepares the buttery sashimi and sushi with whatever he literally has at his fingertips. You’ll slowly indulge on unknown filets while embracing the simplicity of the atmosphere and complexity of the tastes. After you’ve placed your chopsticks down for the last time and sent a heartfelt goodbye to the chef the door will abruptly close behind you on Beverly Blvd. A quick look around will force a glance at where you came from, but don’t worry another world waits not 200 feet away.
DANCE WITH THE DEVIL
• 10:30pm until you can't dance anymore •