Naka Naka

In New York, finding great sushi's easy. Finding great sushi you don't have to sell jugs of your precious sperm to afford -- not so easy. The solution: Naka Naka, a just-opened, authentically appointed shoebox hidden in West Chelsea.

Naka Naka's super-fresh menu maxes out at $12, which at most top sushi spots would get you a side of ginger pickled in contempt. At the same time, it's infinitely more authentic than dubious franchises -- with no syrupy teriyaki, rolls stuffed with cream cheese, or maki named after explosives or dinosaurs.

Some Naka facts:

  • While you won't be seated on another man's lap, Naka Naka is miniscule -- only 13 seats, with no room left over to stand around waiting for your table. Since they don't accept reservations, we suggest getting a drink at Passerby if you can't bribe your way to the front of the list.
  • Recognizing that the ritual of drinking is more important than all others (honoring your ancestors, circumcision, etc.), Naka Naka allows you to select your own sake cup, which you'll fill repeatedly from a generous flask of $8 hot or cold rice wine.
  • As you'll certainly overindulge in the sake, reserve the private six-person tatami room, and make a spectacular ass of yourself only in front of friends too desensitized to your scandalous behavior to be offended by it.

Something this delicious and tiny is bound to fill up quickly, so go now -- while you can still take advantage of a restaurant that combines the economy of fetid Americanized sushi chains with the quality of places so expensive, a three-month harvest of your own seed might not cover an order of edamame.