Review: Chicago's sushi master returns with lovelier and cheaper Kyoten Next Door
I’m sitting at the sushi counter at Kyoten Next Door and feeling completely weirded out. It’s only partly because of the food. I had just downed a piece of raw hamachi so buttery, it dissolved into nothingness in a fraction of a second. This vanishing act left me to marvel at the distinct grains of rice — tender, warm and spiked with a splash of vinegar. But if this is owner Otto Phan’s second ...