Sushi Samba in the Village

Whole Snapper, split down the middle.
P and Dad on the sidewalk.

Agedashi Tofu.

Yellow Tail with jalapeno and some refreshing drinks.

After starting the day at the Tenement Museum and later having a Cambodian meal at Kampuchea, we trudged through the throngs of Soho, finding some unique items along the way. In the end, I was looking for Sushi Samba, but wasn't sure how far west it would be found. We crossed lower Broadway and 6th Avenue, eventually coming to Seventh Avenue and I told P, "I know this looks familiar". I knew that Sushi Samba was across the street from an excellent ceviche restaurant (that serves fine tequila mojitos, or so I am told) called Mercaditos. I spotted Mercaditos and knew Sushi Samba would be right across the street. It turns out the address is 87 Seventh Avenue, South. www.sushisamba.com/index.cfm/id/9/id2/25.html Sushi Samba does not disappoint with its electric inside atmosphere contemplated with outdoor dining in one of the Village's most rambunctious areas where the "beautiful hipsters" abound. A sushi bar with a Brazilian influence. We enjoyed tropical drinks and then raw yellowtail with a jalapeno sauce. P had an agedashi tofu without the bonito flakes. It was topped with asparagus and eggplant tempura. Very tasty. I had the whole snapper. It was cooked perfectly, still moist and presented in a most unusual way: the center bone of the fish had been removed from the head almost to the tail. The fish was then split, just in its middle part and essentially wrapped around a coconut infused sticky rice. This presentation was inventive while at the same time giving and excellent flavor to the fish. We skipped desert and headed east to go see the Blue Man Group. P enjoyed seeing a transvestite or whatever they are called these days and was enthralled by the openly gay seen at the Monster Bar that we passed on the way. Anyway, NYC is such a great and open place and it has some of the friendliest people in the world.