Vegan omakase sounds like an oxymoron—sushi without fish? Yet, in 2025, it’s a revolution, reimagining Japan’s trust-driven dining with plants as protagonists. At LA’s Shojin, chefs sculpt “toro” from konjac root, its texture eerily tuna-like, while Tokyo’s Ain Soph layers shiitake into “uni” that fools even purists. This isn’t

In a world of Birkin bags and Bugatti hypercars, omakase carves its own niche as the ultimate flex—a quiet, ephemeral luxury that whispers wealth louder than gold. Picture this: eight stools, polished to a sheen, encircling a chef who slices bluefin with the focus of a samurai. At $500-$1000 a head, omakase isn’t just a meal; it’s a ticket to

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