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What is Fushimi? Evidently a franchise based out of Staten Island that is trying to capitalize on the upwardly mobile yuppy vibe that is slowly, albeit with the pervasiveness of a glacier, transforming Williamsburg. Though comparable to Sea in its over-the-top saccharinicity (that's a word) this place delivers with more punch and more fire power. Cloth napkins, attentive service from a uniformed employee, a host that says welcome and thank you, sake tastings, matching flatware, and the decor, Christ all mighty they must have a tiny little coal burning power station all to their own to light up all of the neon and LEDs kicking around (and that's after taking into consideration the limited draw of LED power).
I digress, the decor is not necessarily to my taste, but at least it departs for the now mundane turn of the 19th century vibe that Zeb and Billy and all of the other Townies have cashed in on. And the food? Well, if you like steak, and you like sushi, and you like somewhat predictable crowd pleasing fair, then the food is okay. Lot's of fat kicking around on the menu in the form of mayonnaise dressings and deep fried goodness but for someone like me that's a plus. For someone like any number of my wives, perhaps a a little too close to Appleby's if Appleby's started a sushi chain.
For the record, this place is also insanely large. I'll be shocked if it actually fills to capacity. But who cares? More important is the validation of my opinion. I've been talking for years, literally years, about the low-hanging fruit on the north end of Williamsburg. With the Emerald City near completion it was just a matter of time before these super restaurants emerged, catering to those who can afford to buy an apartment at $600 a square foot. God, it feels good to be right, even if it is all of the time.
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