Miura

A sixteen-seat counter where the fish does the talking and the pacing feels like a conversation, not a performance.

Miura runs on restraint—no theatrics, no torch work for show, just rice temperature and knife angle dialed in over decades. The omakase moves from lean to fatty with a logic you can taste, ending on a warm tamago that somehow still surprises. Book the counter seats near the pass; watching the rice get portioned by hand is half the meal.

Best for: Special occasions and serious sushi devotees