"The Verdict: Bypass the restaurant and go have a drink on the roof. Collect $200 (of money, that you have now saved). Nobus are ubiquitous in major cities, and Chicago’s very own is in the West Loop, at the bottom of the (you guessed it) Nobu Hotel. It has an identical Japanese fusion menu to its brethren, and nothing is mindblowing. What is mindblowing is the bill—especially for just-fine food and an unpredictable dining experience that might have you surrounded by tables filled with sulking couples, MMA fighters on their phones, recent grads celebrating with their parents, and an ever-growing pile of dirty dishes the staff is too busy to clear. Instead of coming here for dinner, head to the elevators and go up to the much-more-fun rooftop bar." - adrian kane, veda kilaru, john ringor, nick allen