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Eating on someone else's
dime has its privilegdes. It frees you up from the guilt associated
with blowing a paycheck on uncooked sea creatures and booze. Combine
that with knowing somebody who knows somebody at the joint in question
makes that experience twice as awesome. Not only do you get the grub
that you order (and the piles that everyone orders "for the table");
you get all this stuff you didn't even think to order. Along with
that comes the discounted private room, the doting service and the
quick turn-around on the aformentioned alchoholic delights. Even if
this place didn't have the downtown location and trendy two-letter
name, it would be cool. Housed in what must have been like a giraffe
showroom or redwood plant store, EN has impossibly high ceilings and
a great open feel that lends itself to the Japanese brasserie sharing
thing. Granted, we were like fancy superstars and took over the two
traditional Japanese private rooms in the back. It's just as well,
as we would have disturbed the other patrons with our drunken gobbling
noises. The two things that stood out amongst the verital Roman orgy
of delicacies were the fried chicken appetizer and my miso black cod
in entree. Perhaps the food and experience were colored by the group
frenzy (much in the way my opening night viewing of Phantom Menace
was), and I will not witness the same epiphany on a second visit,
but I gotta believe this place won't change its spots to such an extent
that I'll want to cleave my texting thumbs from my body for shame.
I do still want to blot that awful movie from my memory, though. [MF]
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