![]() “Other places call it fatty tuna here it’s called fucking fatty tuna” - the chef, again. Tangjantuk, by contrast, likes to shout, particularly when deploying four-letter words. Many of the top sushi chefs are economical with their words and lead dinner service in such a way that centers the food and not themselves. “Like the sign outside says, enjoy your fucking sushi” - Atip “Palm” Tangjantuk, the Thailand-born chef, formally announcing the onset of dinner service. ![]() “Enjoy your fucking dinner” - the actual sign outside the unmarked restaurant. To put things more bluntly: No one comes here just for the sushi, so allow me to pass along some of the things I experienced at this upstanding venue. The flat fee for all this is $89, though that’s before you tip the staff, before you leave $20 for the piano player, and minus any fees charged by your banking institution for using the bodega ATM across the street. And it’s a Thai-inflected counter spot where the chefs almost seem to drink as much as the patrons, which is a serious feat since a bottomless sake policy means the diners themselves drink more than they eat. It’s also a live-jazz club that simultaneously channels the energy of a Meatpacking District clubstaurant and the warmth of an Irish bar. ![]() In a city overrun by sushi parlors that will trigger a large purchase alert on your credit card, Sushi on Me on the Jackson Heights-Elmhurst border is a more affordable hangout where the only currency accepted is cash. ![]()
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