It’s bewildering to learn just how young the sushi chefs and sake sommeliers working the counter at Omakase Ri are. The “kids”, as owner Rishav Verma lovingly calls them, display a level of talent you otherwise would expect to only find among veteran chefs in Tokyo, but what really sets this prix-fixe basement sushi apart from the countless other omakase joints in Lisbon is precisely its youthful vigor.
You’re sooner going to hear Wu-Tang’s 36 Chambers blasting through its speaker system before the umpteenth royalty-free shamisen track, and the U-shaped bar-seating encourages you to socialize with the strangers sitting next to you.
This isn’t a Lisbon omakase restaurant LARPing as an old Japanese man’s fine dining establishment. On the contary, once you’re three glasses into your sake flight, you’ve probably joined the room in rapping “dolla dolla bill, y’all” before they even hand you the check.
O jornalismo que a Mensagem de Lisboa faz une comunidades,
conta histórias que ninguém conta e muda vidas.
Dantes pagava-se com publicidade,
mas isso agora é terreno das grandes plataformas.
Se gosta do que fazemos e acha que é importante,
se quer fazer parte desta comunidade cada vez maior,
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