40684806_1934942763215873_5175576041405546496_nA discerning hopper must always balance the City’s delicious offerings with the opportunities and limitations that the average paycheck presents. While we have hopped with the best of them, visiting some of New York’s most refined izakaya, we thoroughly enjoy a good deal. Which is why our discovery of recently opened Wokuni brought us great hoppie joy and mirth—great flavors are on offer here, at very reasonable prices. Would that more Japanese eateries took a page out of the Wokuni book.

The cavernous, moody space on Lexington Avenue keeps things dim, polished, and riven with a techno backbeat that lends the place a bustling, frenetic energy even when largely empty. Gleaming bottles of shochu and sake climb the walls to nearly 20-foot heights, making this hopper wonder about sturdy ladders for late-night imbibing, but we didn’t have to scale a thing to get our drinks—delicious cocktails infused with ginger and lemongrass.

One thing these two hoppers don’t do nearly enough of is give ourselves over to the omakase menus of the various eateries we have tried. It is well and good to hunt and find individually selected treats on any given menu. But at Wokuni we decided to let chef Kuniaki Yoshizawa lead the way, and what a wonderful decision that proved to be.

Course after succulent course arrived at our table, sometimes spare in its plating, other times adorned with an extravagant, almost comical, aesthetic. A wedge of sea bream came paired simply with a chunk of corn on the cob, a single roasted tomato, and a smear of a luxurious ginger sauce.


Yet our bowl-boat of sashimi arrived surrounded by a swirling exhalation of dry ice. Our waiter presented the bowl and then poured whatever needs to be poured to make dry ice do what it does best—spook the fish and give our dinner some Halloween vibes. We amused ourselves by plucking out fresh pieces of toro and salmon from the bowl, but accidently dropping a slice of fish into that mystery murk proved stressful. Maybe next time we will be lucky enough to leave the presentational theatrics aside and let the drama emerge from the flavors of the fish itself.


Fish is indeed the big-ticket item at Wokuni, which flies the goods in on a daily basis from Tokyo’s Fish Market. Anywhere else, and such importing would translate into sky-high prices. But Wokuni, which also features a small, rare fish market at the front of the restaurant with some unusual offerings, is dedicated to showcasing the best of Japan’s seafood at prices any hopper will appreciate.

While not many izakaya embrace sushi, Wokuni doubles down on the stuff and our omakase meal featured wonderful examples of clean, simple sushi at its best, including a luscious wedge of uni and clean hunks of yellowtail.


The multiple courses of our omakase left us feeling beyond sated, if a little stuffed, and we found ourselves—in an unusual Hoppie Hopper move—asking how many more courses there might be? We hadn’t paced ourselves and the bounty had started to feel like a glut. But at only $75 per person, what a wonderful problem to have!

Our waiter assured us that the last course—dessert—was on its way, and soon arrived with a platter of assorted treats, including mochi, chrysanthemum cheese cake, and a green-tea infused crème brulee. It was a delicious, well-rounded conclusion to a magnum opus of a meal that left us breathless with satisfaction, not sticker shock.


327 Lexington Avenue
New York, NY
(212) 447-1212
Mon – Sat, lunch and dinner
Sun, dinner only



Into every Hopper’s life, a little rain must fall. But while we have been on hiatus, the City’s fusion food offerings have proliferated apace. All the better. A dedicated hopper is one who rejoins the throng with an eager heart, empty stomach, and keen eye. We brought all three to Bari, a relatively new place delivering Korean plates under heavy Japanese influence. Would that all neighboring countries shared such secrets and delights with each other.

The space is bare, nearly cavernous, the better—perhaps— to focus on a sprawling menu and diverse drink offerings.

Much has transpired in the lives of these two dedicated Hoppers, so it was fitting that we start with two brisk cocktails and a leisurely review of the menu, between rounds of catching up and comparing notes.

The Bari martini is a fairly robust departure from the classic mainstay, but its combination of gin, cucumber, basil, ginger, lemongrass, and lime juice made for a kind of boozy hit of salad in a glass. The “signature cocktail” menu leans toward fruity, light concoctions, occasionally shot through with a muddled jalapeño. The well-edited sake list similarly plays with flavors that can cool or bite.

We started with the salmon noodles—a tightly wound bouquet of soba topped with chunks of raw salmon, watercress, and a beguiling sprinkle of flying fish roe that served to break the smooth noodles with their definitive, crisp pop.


Our next move was an order of the Korean-style chicken wings in soy garlic sauce, the meat brined and juicy and the crunchy cartilage yielding under tooth. While Bari, which means bowl, is no izakaya, the work of fusing diverse flavors from multiple points of view is in evidence here just as it is in the Japanese gastro pub. For us, we were right at home, snacking on the wings and catching up in true Hopper fashion.


Though Bari identifies as a “Korean-new American restaurant”, its Japanese influences are clear. We finished up the night with a pair of ikura sushi—the salmon roe. The two pieces arrived, flawless and gleaming, enrobed in crisp nori. Perfect.


A charming young couple on, presumably, a date, wrapped up their own night, the gentleman leading the woman out with a gentle hand on the small of her back. Such is the inevitable finish of Bari—a brash, strong start in a welcoming space that woos you slowly, luxuriously, to a delicate finish.

The Bari
417 Lafayette St.
New York, NY
(646) 869-0383

Monday: 5 pm – 11 pm
Tuesday – Thursday: 5 pm – 11:45 pm
Friday: 5 pm – 12:15 am
Saturday: 11:30 am – 4 pm/5 pm – 12:15 am
Sunday: 11:30 am – 3:30 pm/4:30 pm – 11:00 pm


Bonsai, Say I

bonsaiThe Hoppers are on the move!

Come join us this Thursday, September 20, at New York’s Japan Society, where one of us will be moderating an in-depth discussion and exploration of the bonsai while the other will be plotting intricate, difficult questions to launch from the audience. We can’t wait!

Special guest Julian Velasco, long-time curator of the esteemed bonsai collection at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden, will illuminate his process and new insights into the creation and cultivation of the bonsai.

I profiled Julian a few years ago for WNYC, New York’s NPR affiliate, and can’t wait to sit down with him again later this week.

Come join us!

Hoppie is BACK

We’ve been rushing around in a muddled and befuddled state– not our preferred Hopper existence but so it goes. This hopper-writer in particular has a backlog of fine notes on all manner of NYC izakaya deliciousness–how many we have visited in the intervening months!–and all will be written and posted tout suite! For now, please accept our humble apologies and this very worthy round-up from New York Magazine of all things nibbly, warm, small-plated and big-hearted by way of great izakaya here in the city.


December, 2016

Ippudo, a bulwark of great ramen in NYC, opens its doors for “Highball Night”– a special evening of ramen and whiskey pairings, which is to say they will be serving glorious highballs of Suntory Whiskey Toki and one should and must order some ramen to wash it all down. Toki was newly released this year, and it is a vivid blend of whiskies from Suntory’s Hakushu, Yamazaki, and Chita offerings.
Monday, December 12, 2016
5 – 9 pm
65 4th Avenue, New York, NY (212) 388-0088

The American Buddhist Study Center hosts a commemoration of Dr. Daisetz Teitaro Suzuki (1870-1966), who is honored for his leading role in introducing Zen and Shin Buddhism to the English-speaking world. At New York’s Museum of Modern Art (MoMA), there will be a celebration of Japanese culture featuring taiko drumming, a kendo demonstration, a traditional Japanese tea ceremony, a Japanese musical recital, a Japanese dance recital, and presentations by Buddhist scholars and Zen teachers. For tickets visit www.dtsuzuki.eventbrite.com
Sunday, December 11, 2016
Museum of Modern Art (MoMA)
11 W. 53rd St. New York, NY (212) 864-7424

Whoa Hoppers, whoa. We love to hop far and wide and we have been especially pleased by the ongoing domination of the Chinese xiaolong bao or soup dumpling glories here in New York and happily brought to us by way of Shanghai. With arms wide-spread, we welcomed Drunken Dumpling to New York’s 1st Avenue back in September, and are pleased if not somewhat surprised to see the new operation– which rightfully prides itself in its use of locally sourced ingredients to create one of China’s hottest exports from its own east coast– offer free beers on all orders of $20 or above. Just mention our friends at Chopsticks Magazine to get in on the deal.
Through December 31, 2016
Drunken Dumpling
137 1st Avenue
New York, NY (212) 982-8882




Umonoie & Wasan

When life feels unsettled and the road ahead is pot-holed at best, what better way to recalibrate than with a few close Hoppers and a cozy round of izakaya classics? We Hoppers have been frankly reeling from recent events and, while we will refrain from overt political discourse in these Hoppie pages, suffice to say we have perhaps never needed more or better comfort.

Let’s just say we knew exactly where to go. So hop we did to a long-overdue reunion to Umonoie, an unassuming little haunt on the Lower East Side. The welcome upon arrival is warm, the tables low to the ground, and shoes are definitely off. Here we could curl up, take shelter, and hold close the things we Hoppers hold dear: good friendship, a refreshing quaff, and unassuming, quality fare. Home at last.

No Hopper is new to Umonoie, but this recent visit proved once again that sometimes the brightest gems are the unpolished ones. Umonoie favors simple, rustic décor and focuses, rightly, on an extensive menu of small, easy dishes that are perfect for sharing. After our waiter’s gracious overview of seasonal specialties, we began to make some very good decisions.

Decision number one came in the form of a cold sake whose name loosely translates to “in the midst of a sea of clouds” and a second, potato-based Satsuma shiranami that goes by the handle “white waves”. As the waiter placed the glasses down at our little table, we followed up with starters, ordering the tsukemono, a plate of five types of radish whose crisp refrain could only match the bitter ring of our hearts. Nibbling on this plate of cured shallots, cucumber, diakon, radish, and a second cucumber with shisho, we began to feel—just a bit—more like ourselves.

Takowasa, a small dish of wasabi-infused octopus, appeared next as if by magic from a secret stash of deep-water creatures that transform into shining little plates of nourishing happiness. We eagerly snapped up its offerings with our simple, wooden chopsticks and delighted in the fresh taste of the meat against the clean snap of spice.

Hoppers get serious when it comes to an ultimate in izakaya dishes—any rendering of the egg. On this evening, we lapped up an order of the unagi no omelet, a fluffy pad of yellow dotted with succulent knobs of eel. In keeping with our deep-sea interests, we paired this with an order of the ika no aburiyaki—char grilled squid with tangy mayo.

Full from our oceanic delights, but not yet sated for a proper night of hopping, we headed on to find ourselves at Wasan. Here, the two chefs, Kakusaburo Sakurai and Ryota Kitagawa (both of whom have cut their teeth in Japan and New York) team up with sake and wine sommelier Toshiyuki Koizumi to present seasonal dishes alongside an extensive collection of often-rare sake and shochu. While the team’s culinary ideas look to Japan, the ingredients are all locally sourced.

“Many of these dishes seem to be inspired by Fukue Island in Nagasaki Prefecture,” one Hopper observed. “That area is famous for its rich seafood and sake, as well as its beautiful rice. It is very cold there in the winter.”

We started things off with an order of grilled brussel sprouts nestled in a bed of guacamole infused with black vinegar. “Don’t ask me how they say this in Japanese,” the same Hopper joked. “It’s their interpretation.” It was, however, an interpretation that brought the best of the izakaya tradition to the fore—savory, a little sweet, an edge of acid. Perfect. Again we said “cheers” and toasted the future, however murky that future might now seem.

To follow, we dug into fat, heaping bowls of noodle soup. “One of the great inventions of Asia!” a Hopper exclaimed. “We start drinking miso from the age of two, and everyone in Japan can cook noodles by their junior year in high school. So if mom’s not around, you still get to eat something warm.” The richly colored ceramic bowls rolled in together with sides of fried chicken and warmed rice balls.

“You would have all of this at home,” a Hopper noted, reminiscing on bygone days of a Japanese childhood. “Not for a family dinner, but when you go out with your friends for drinks and real conversation. These are the things you’d be served.”

As we slurped and nibbled, sipped and dined, we couldn’t help but marvel at the balance of flavors and textures before us. Nothing taken for granted, each sensation new yet somehow familiar. Our journey through a couple of the best of the East Village’s izakaya spots proved to be a classic night of hopping, and it got us in a frankly reflective mood. If you can’t take stock with good friends on cold Fall evening as the world convulses with change even as the leaves drop, again, with their warm hues of closure, what can you do?

“There is an element of what we all long for that was present in that soup,” our founding Hopper observed as we signed our bills, adding it might have something to do with that ever-present but often elusive umami flavor. “And you know, it’s a sad thing,” she added. “The tolerance for fermentation varies by country. The US may be the lowest. That’s because you guys were so into speed, preferring things like TV dinners and microwaves.”

We weren’t in a hurry that night, and for sure we were the last to leave: comforted, sated, just a bit wistful, and perhaps preparing ourselves for the winter ahead with thoughts of Basho’s fine lines:

“All Heaven and Earth
Flowered white obliterate…
Snow… unceasing snow.”

86 East 3rd St., #2
New York, NY
(646) 654-1122
Daily, 7 pm – 2 am

108 East 4th St
New York, NY
(212) 777-1978
Mon – Thurs, 6 pm – 10:30 pm
Fri – Sat, 6 pm – 2 am
Sun, 6 pm – 10:30 pm

Bar Goto

There comes a time in the life of a Hopper when it all gets to be too much and the Hopper is exhausted. She still roams here and there, partaking of the seasonal delights and slurping freely from the grand ramen bowl in the sky, but she has become lax, unobservant, and ill-suited to the true rigors of Hopping. Sad, but true: we’ve been sliding.

Happily, this state of affairs came to a resounding halt this past weekend, as the two founding Hoppers got together at Bar Goto, a fun, casual izakaya we had been meaning to try on the Lower East Side. With the winter behind us and the first of the spring buds emerging, we were pleased to celebrate the new season with the fresh dishes, and fine beverages, all on offer at this unassuming New York izakaya in the best possible iteration.

Kenta Goto, formerly of the fine cocktail lounge Pegu Club, has set up a discreet and bustling spot where he pours a masterful mix of beverages infused with Japanese spirit and panache. I started things off with a sprightly “Far East Side”, which married a biting flavor of ginger with tequila and mellow sake. It was a serious brew that came, appropriately, in a classic coupe. Fellow Hopper went with the Sakura Martini, a sake-based offering grounded with pickled cherry flower in full splay. We followed this with a sampling of the Jasmine-Apricot 75, another sake-based drink spiked with sweet apricot, before parting beverage ways: one for a sensible Malbec, the other for a little Ryujin “Dragon God” sake.

We Hoppers had a lot to catch up on (big Hopper news coming down the pike this season—we go international! Stay tuned for more…) so we were pleased to keep our glasses full and our plates brimming with the original takes on traditional Japanese bar snacks. Fries made of gobo root (or burdock, as it is more commonly known in the west) came long, slender, and perfectly crisp, wanting only a sprinkle of the side condiments on offer: powered wasabi root and finely-grated chili flakes.

These seasonings brought out the earthy sensibility of the gobo root, with just the slightest overlay of ocean brine that this Hopper swears she could detect. Far more complex, and ultimately satisfying, than a usual order of fries, the gobo spears paired perfectly with the brightness of our drinks and were fun to dress up with sprinkles from our various and beautiful seasoning bowls.

We next tried the Goto pickle platter, a rich assortment of pungent roots and vegetables that had been sauced up and arrived just in time to cut the light grease of our opening appetizer. Pickled beets glistened like red garnets, while the pickled taro root offered a starchy rejoinder.

It was perfect snacking, talking, catching up food ahead of our main event—the miso-infused wings. “These have been prepared in the Nagoya style,” the founding Hopper explained. “It is a hearty, thick preparation of the wings to give more energy and sustenance to workers. This truly is classic bar food, ready to eat with your fingers and satisfying after a long day of real labor.”

Nagoya, she was quick to add, is smack in the middle of the main island of Honshu, home of Toyota and where a great number of hard workers come to bars and izakaya just like Bar Goto to fill up and chill out.

While neither of us had done any “real labor” on this warm, early spring Saturday in New York, so too would any workers be hard pressed to complain about the toothsome, full-bodied preparation of these wings: redolent with rich miso flavor, there was perhaps just as much sauce as meat, all of which we washed down easily with sake and wine. We gestured for our refills, promising each other it would be our last for the night, and continued to talk long into the evening in a little wedge of the Lower East Side that transported us, for a good few hours, back to Japan.

Bar Goto
245 Eldridge Street
New York, NY
(212) 475-4411
Tues-Thurs, 5 pm – 12 am
Sat-Sun, 5 pm – 2 am
Monday, closed


“This is a tough sell for Americans who don’t understand Western Japan,” one hopper commented as she reviewed the Azasu menu at one of the izakaya’s many high tables. The casual sister restaurant of Yopparai, Azasu’s name is slang for arigato gozaimasu, or thank you in Japanese. “It’s to me even kind of shocking” the hopper continued, speaking of Western Japan. “More rugged and diverse, with greater influence from continental Asia. That’s the kind of food we find here.”

So we were ready for a serious night of deep fried delights to be washed down by glasses of frozen shochu-infused hoppie. And we were not disappointed.

Still largely dominated by sushi spots high and low, perception of Japanese food in New York remains largely stuck in the domain of “refined”, “sophisticated”, “clean”, and “healthy eating”. But the advent of the city’s izakya scene is helping to upend that narrow view and show the true depth of culinary experience Japan has to offer. “This place is deep fried,” a hopper from Tokyo offered. “It’s all comfort food, like American hush puppies and hash browns.”

For starters, we shared a plate of negidama, or the fried balls of oft-discarded odds and ends of meat, topped with kewpie mayo and bonito flakes that slowly waved with the exhale of the dish’s heat. The crunchy exterior gave way to savory, juicy insides of slow-cooked meat mixed with scallion and rolled in a flour-based batter. “This is what poorer people used to eat, cooked a long time to make it tender.” Is the whole of Japan, if not the world, waking up to the possibilities of this “lower class” cuisine now? The native Japanese hoppers at the table shook their heads with an emphatic yes.

“If you think about Kyoto as the sort of refined, culinary capital of Japan, it is like Manhattan,” another hopper explained, just as a platter of Nagoya-style fried chicken wings were deposited on the table. “Western Japan, from that point of view, is a kind of Brooklyn or Bronx to that refined Manhattan.”

We tucked into the chicken wings, redolent with cracked black pepper and bristling with succulent meat. “Nagoya is the home of Toyota,” a hopper pointed out. “It’s in the middle of Japan with this kind of savory, miso-based flavor you can taste on this chicken. It’s very different from the soy-based style of Kyoto or Tokyo– more spicy and feisty.”

The sumo matches playing on the big screen overhead were the perfect accompaniment to the arrival of the kushi-katsu, a rough-hewn platter of fried treats that matched perfectly with our ever-diminishing glasses of hoppie. Deep fried asparagus, yam, and crab meat croquettes showed off Azasu’s skill of capturing Western Japan’s chilled-out pub grub in a light, easy-eating way. We helped ourselves to the tamari soy bucket stationed at our table, spilling the sauce onto our skewers. “Some pubs in western Japan only serve kushi-katsu,” a hopper explained. “So they have signs up everywhere that say ‘No Dipping More Than Once!'” At Azasu, we took heed.

Next up were the hane gyoza, a platter of dumplings topped with the flat pancake of fried batter in which they were cooked. The thin cake yielded with each sharp, crunchy bite to a juicy dumpling interior highlighted by chili soy sauce. In time, the table grew quiet, consumed only by the act of consumption and staring blankly at the closing sumo ceremony.

“The whole thing about sumo is really mysterious,” one hopper finally said. “It’s related to the Shinto myth on which the imperial family is built. But now most of the best wrestlers are from Mongolia. I guess people still worship these guys because they are so big and we Japanese are so small and skinny,” she said, pondering her next fried dumpling.

Though we eschewed Azasu’s massive courses of chanko nabe, the protein-rich hot pot typical of the sumo’s “high power diet”, we sopped up the dredge of our night with a plate of yakisoba– pan fried ramen with beef entrails and fried egg– coupled with cups of “manly mountain” sake. Some friendly people at a neighboring table started telling us about their upcoming trip to Tokyo and everyone got hungry not for more food, but to jump into a cab to JFK.

“The Japanese yen is currently pretty weak,” a hopper said as we got up to leave. “It’s a good time to go.”

49 Clinton Street
New York, NY
(212) 777-7069
Mon – Thurs, 6 pm – 11 pm
Fri – Sat, 6 pm – 1 am
Sun, Closed

On the Hunt

It’s not easy getting all the news and information together that we plan to present here. We’re constantly combing Japanese trade and neighborhood papers, scrutinizing lamp poles and bulletin boards for errant news of a new opening, and otherwise reading the obscure tealeaves that portend New York’s izakaya future. We’ll have a post up soon about how we go about gathering the information we’ll be sharing here– the long nights of bilingual reading, the notebooks and scraps of papers, the obsessive watch for the latest issue of Chopsticks. We’re on it. We’ll be back soon with more, so stop by again for a closer look at the hows and whys and what-fors of izakaya stalking in NYC.

NYC Izakaya Calendar

October, 2015
Fall in Japan is a time of contemplation and reflection, of celebrating the arts, reading, and, of course, eating. We will celebrate the change of season by taking the “Fall Harvest” class at the downtown cafe SOY. So much of the best of izakaya food is seasonal and we can’t wait to see what SOY serves up on a late October night in New York City. We also have our eye on the “Winter Noodles” and ever-popular “Sushi Master” classes.
Wednesday, October 21, 2105
6:30 pm – 9:00 pm
SOY Cafe
102 Suffolk Street, New York, NY (212) 253-1158

We are so going to rock out with Charan-Po-Rantan at the Japan Society! Japan’s only accordion-toting vaudeville gypsy-pop sisters make their New York debut near Halloween and they sound especially amazing because they sing and dance with something they call a “stuffed safety pig” so–basically– yes.
Thursday, October 29, 2015
7:30 pm
Japan Society
333 East 47th Street New York, NY (212) 832-1155

November, 2015

December, 2015