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I love the idea of tapas--the leisure of sitting down to a meal, getting a good drink and having someone bring you small yummy things to eat. But somehow, tapas never turns out to be as good as it sounds. In fact, my husband has declared that tapas are “crapas” and refuses to go. So when I get in that mood, we go to Echigo.

Echigo’s not for everyone. It’s one of those no salad, no soup, no teriyaki places. So don’t meet your non-sushi eating friends there. In fact, it’s very much in the tradition of Nozawa – great fish, often served up with a little soy sauce and vinegar (and the waitresses advise you gently, “No soy sauce, please.”) I cut my teeth at Nozawa’s, and never found him as disagreeable as he’s reputed to be, but at Echigo, they are utterly attitude free. They have a sign stating the rules at the front. The sushi bar is “Omakase” (which for you sushi virgins, means chef’s choice) so we usually snake a table so we can have our favorites.