Kyubey, Ginza
September 03, 2019・12 min read (2415 words)
Kyubey opens at 1130 and they take walk-ins for lunch, so I left the house at 1050 to hopefully secure myself a seat for lunch. It was raining on and off so I stuffed my umbrella in my bumbag, leaving the handle poking out since it didn’t quite fit.
I forgot to rehearse a sentence to say that I didn’t have a booking, so even though I said it correctly, I took my time making it up on the spot and the lady switched to English immediately, asking for my name and telling me to come back at 1230.
I went to the nearby GINZA SIX building to look for a snack to open up my appetite, but didn’t really find anything except for desserts on the basement level.
Kyubey is pretty big, the main shop (“Honten”) has a few floors and there’s also a building across the road which I saw some customers get led to. On top of that, they also have heaps of shops around Japan so it’s essentially a high end sushi chain. A few blog posts that I’ve read have recommended Kyubey as the place to go for $$$ sushi first timers, because it’s not too pricey (relatively speaking of course), the sushi is obviously good, and the sushi is plain/normal/vanilla so an unaccustomed palette will be more likely to enjoy it compared to somewhere like Sukiyabashi Jiro where the rice is incredibly vinegary.
I was taken up to the fourth floor (the first floor is the ground floor in Japan) and came out into a waiting room. There were sake bottles and plates in display cabinets, as well as a few nice information displays that I presume to be about the history of the place and the chefs. Just as the room was getting a bit too full, a lady came to pick up a few of us and took us to the second floor, this time to actually eat. The lunch menu had a few options, a few of which were:
- 10 pieces for 5500 JPY (reduced from 7500 JPY, there’s an ongoing 2000 JPY discount on every menu item to celebrate their anniversary or something)
- 12/13 pieces for 7500/8500 JPY (sorry my memory is fuzzy)
- 16 pieces for ~15000 JPY. I’ve found that the price usually doesn’t scale linearly with the number of pieces on these menus, probably because you get more expensive fish (or ones that take more effort to prepare) and I suppose you take longer to eat too. I forget, but I think you might also get some otsumami (essentially additional dishes).
I chose the ten piece option because I wasn’t sure how many pieces I could eat, and I was looking out for my wallet a little bit.
I forgot to take a photo of the squid again. It had salt and sudachi (a Japanese citrus) juice on it. It was really good but my notes don’t say whether I loved it or just liked it.
At this point my chef smiled, crossed his arms and swept them aside, emphatically declaring “finished” to me and the Chinese couple beside me. I don’t think they understood because he had to remind them again later by gesturing in the direction of the exit to them.
My chef offered me more pickle after my extra piece but I declined since I was full at that point.
I enjoyed my experience. The atmosphere was lively but relaxed, which is far less intimidating than a small, quiet counter with a chef that can’t speak too much English. Most of the customers in the room were tourists, although I’m not sure if this is indicative of the patron demographics, a coincidence, or whether the staff seat the foreigners together (which I’ve read is extremely common).
An older, rather funny chef with not horrible English speaking ability was on my left, and he was quite the conversationalist with his customers. He was serving an American (Asian heritage) couple who were eating high end sushi for the first time, and he explained how to eat properly, what he was putting on the fish, and was happy to answer their questions in detail. At one point he grew alarmed when he saw the guy dipping his sushi into the soy sauce and had to tell him not to.
He also served a Spanish speaking group of one younger guy fluent in Japanese with four elderly friends/relatives. I was super amazed by his Japanese, and I could see that the Asian couple were too. One thing I found amusing was that the old chef kept replying in English to the older relatives, before eventually the younger bloke told him that his relatives couldn’t understand English. That was when I overhead that they were visiting from Barcelona, although I assume that he himself was living in Japan.
My chef wasn’t as talkative–perhaps because he was younger, his personality, or worse English–but he did know how to say “bao la?” in jest to the couple beside me. The meal came to 6588 JPY (5500 + 600 kohada order + tax). I was satisfied and I knew that I was eventually going to come to Kyubey at some point, but you really do notice the diminishing returns when you compare it to somewhere like lunch at Sushi Kidoguchi which is an absolute beacon of value.
Then I walked to another coffee shop which I’d spotted on my map nearby. I was at the door wondering whether I should go in, when a stranger (Japanese) came out and told me it was good, said something about Sapporo (based there or roasted there I don’t really know) and briefly explained the menu which I couldn’t read. My looks must pass for a Japanese person because everyone speaks to me in Japanese if I haven’t opened my mouth yet. Or I suppose that’s just the language which someone would default to when in Japan…
The menu was pretty big so I asked for recommendations, and was told to go with their regular blend. I had three size options to choose from: regular, smaller, or demitasse. I chose demitasse thinking that it would be about the same strength as the last traditional coffee shop (kissaten) that I went to, but boy was I wrong. I suppose that’s why the waitress warned me that it would be very strong. I probably should’ve just taken the regular size. The coffee was a traditional Japanese pourover, bag filter, stovetop kettle and all. I added the provided cream just to make it taste a bit less strong, although it probably dulled out the flavours a bit too. Maybe it was because it was a blend, but I couldn’t taste any distinct flavours other than bitterness (not that it was purely bitter, I just couldn’t pick out anything). It was probably roasted a bit dark too.
I spent a bit of time window shopping again, particularly looking at watches and watch straps, which I had zero interest in until I tagged along with Jack the other week. I also briefly looked for wool detergent and asked a shop assistant for “uru” (the Google translation) detergent, but it turns out that they actually have a word for it here called “ke” which translates to fur. Anyway, it was all a bit silly because I realised that someone has probably written a guide for this in English, so I looked it up and found many. I’ll try to buy some soon.
I walked towards Yurakucho Station to go home, but first, the small Godzilla statue.
I don’t feel like I did much today except for Ginbura (an old local slang for walking around Ginza) and visiting Kyubey. Where did my time go?
Waking hours
1030–2830
Written by Daniel Tam