Jason V.
Yelp
Japanese steakhouses are a guilty pleasure for both my wife and myself; actually, Japanese restaurants in general would be more accurate. Tokio Table is only a handful of blocks from our old apartment, so we frequented it on several occasions.
If you are familiar with the "Benihana experiece", or have patronized any other similar establishment, you know what to expect: the oil and onion "volcano" of fire, tossing an egg into the chef's hat, an amalgam of meats, seafood, vegetables and fungus happily grilling and sizzling away over a vast iron hibachi, encircled by a ten-person horseshoe of impatient, drooling carnivores. Tokio Table checks all the boxes.
Pro tip: Order the wagyu beef, if it is available.
Reality check: It won't be. Sorry.
Sake, both hot and cold, is available in several iterations. Some of the sake-sporting cocktails are a knockout, the heavy hitters being the Sake Mojito and Tokio Mule; the Mountain Yuzu sake is light and fruity, like most yuzu drinks, if you're not into the stiffer selections.
My only complaint against Tokio House is the aesthetics of the building itself: both interior and exterior feel a bit Spartan. The dining area is less Kanagawa and more Kafeteria (intentional sic), while the chocolate-hued exterior facade proudly wears its 1970s-era design like a pair of well-worn bell-bottomed jeans. A little bamboo and shoji would do wonders to knock a few centuries off its oddly post-modern appearance, and place it squarely back into the Bakumatsu era, where it belongs.