I went to Chubo last night. Just like every
other time I’ve been, the meal was wonderful. The menu is inventive without
being pretentious; the service was friendly and knowledgeable; the food was
utterly delicious. It’s pretty much the perfect restaurant: great food, reasonable
prices, great and not-at-all-expensive wine list, no pretension at all. But
somehow the word is refusing to get out. There were precious few diners for
a Thursday night, and most of the time when I pass the place it looks rather
empty.
I’ve probably been remiss in not going to Chubo as much as it warrants: it’s
easy to get caught up in the hype of what’s new and trendy, and forget the pleasures
of repeat business at one great restaurant. But I urge everyone to get themselves
to Clinton Street and check it out: you won’t be disappointed by the food, and
I won’t be disappointed by what looks like an inevitable shuttering if business
doesn’t pick up.
That’s good to hear — I always walk by it because I confuse it with Crudo, which I believe was fairly panned by the New Yorker a while back. I’ll definitely stop by and support the locals. I also recommended Piada for sandwiches. The seem to be in the same struggling boat.