Phillip Schlossstein
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A Love Letter to The Araki – A Transcendent Omakase Journey
There are meals… and then there is The Araki. I’ve been dining at this temple of culinary artistry since 2019, and every single visit feels like an exquisite ritual — a sacred dance between tradition, intimacy, and perfection that transcends the concept of “dinner.”
From the moment you step through the discreet entrance tucked quietly into the elegant Mayfair surroundings, you are enveloped by a reverence that is both hushed and electric. It is not just the prestige of The Araki’s name or its Michelin-starred history that strikes you, but the calm assurance that you are about to witness something rare — not just a meal, but a profound expression of culture, discipline, and grace.
The service at The Araki deserves its own standing ovation. Over the years, I have watched the team operate with the kind of harmony you might find in a centuries-old tea ceremony. Every gesture is intentional, every glance anticipates your need before you voice it. There’s a deep humility in the way they serve — no pomp, no pretense — just an authentic commitment to excellence and to honoring their guests. You are not simply welcomed here; you are seen.
And then, there is the food — or more precisely, the culinary pilgrimage led by the master chef across each piece of nigiri, each course of the omakase. I’ve had the privilege of dining in some of the world’s most acclaimed restaurants and yet The Araki in London remains without peer. The fish is sublime flown in directly from the pristine waters off Europe’s coasts. But it is not merely about the ingredient; it is about balance. A sliver of fatty otoro, paired with rice of perfect body and temperature, brushed with a whisper of nikiri sauce — it doesn’t just dissolve on the tongue, it awakens something in you.
There’s a near-spiritual quality to the way each piece is constructed and presented. The cadence of the meal is orchestrated like a symphony — crescendos of umami, moments of cleansing brightness, the textural play between silkiness and snap. One moment you’re in awe of the restraint behind a clean slice of seabream. The next, you’re overwhelmed by the smoky poetry of a lightly torched piece of nodoguro. Every bite is a meditation in precision.
The atmosphere is intimate and almost monastic. The minimalism of the sushi counter — built from fine cypress — the hushed tones, the quiet anticipation of the guests, and the deep focus of the chef all combine into a space where the outside world melts away. You become attuned to the smallest sensations — the temperature of the rice, the scent of the vinegar, the lightest crunch of a seaweed wrap. It is one of the few places in the world where silence feels celebratory.
What makes The Araki exceptional, though, is not just its technical perfection or the luxury of its ingredients — it is the heart behind every aspect of the experience. This is a place that does not chase trends or Instagram moments. It is deeply rooted in respect: for the product, for the guests, for the generations of knowledge that brought it to life. There is an unmistakable soul here, a kind of authenticity that is achingly rare in today’s culinary world.
After six years of dining here, I can say with unwavering confidence: The Araki is not just the best omakase in London — it is one of the most profound dining experiences in the world. It has given me not only unforgettable meals but unforgettable moments. It has redefined my understanding of what food can be.
I return again and again, not out of habit, but out of reverence. Because in a world of noise and novelty, The Araki continues to offer something that is pure, timeless, and deeply moving.
Love & Gratitude 🙏❤️♾️