Yuki

Yuki Review

Getting in requires a reservation, but once you're through the unmarked facade, you'll find yourself in the closest thing Buenos Aires has to a sushi temple. Japanese businessmen are quietly making deals in semi-hidden salons with tatami mats, while local aficionados are deftly wielding chopsticks at the small tables, or, if they're lucky, seated at the sushi bar in front of sushi-master Kazuo-san. The fish is pristinely fresh and changes daily based on availability, but always goes far beyond the BA standard of salmon and cream cheese (the latter thankfully not offered). For a special experience, order the omakase (chef's choice) menu and let the chef do his thing while you knock back a sake or two from the impressive selection.