Jonathan Gold
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Los Angeles Times
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August 12, 2016
Did you manage to land a seat at Shibumi? Fine. You are probably halfway through the cucumbers then, maybe a nip of sake, at least a hint of an evening well-begun. The cucumbers have been sliced, peeled in a fashion that makes their skins look like
using a centuries-old method that has become almost extinct. The cucumber agrees with your choice. The cucumber likes this sake a lot. Shibumi, a modest, season-dependent izakaya on a lonely block downtown, feels like a Tokyo restaurant in important ways