The best of both worlds. It’s one of those icky clichés, right up there with blissful ignorance, blind love and greener grass. But to describe this Fitzrovia spot, nothing else will do. Because as I first walk in, it feels old-school. The street-level room is dominated by a brightly lit counter. A line of chefs look up, perilously sharp knives in their hands, and cry out ‘Irrashaimase!’ (welcome!). One of the menus offers a traditional omakase (‘chef’s selection’).
But take a moment, peel back a layer. The music is upbeat (and not terrible). The geisha mural on the back wall is splashed on in vivid colours. Chefs seem genuinely pally with each other, rather than disquietingly deferential. So far, so modern. And, oh yes, they’re also gleefully armed with blowtorches.
These are put to use in several of the dishes, such as the sensational carpaccio of butterfish with foie gras. Normally, I’d be thinking what you’re thinking: nooooo. Because serving foie gras as sushi usually means a restaurant is pitching at the worst kind of crowd (that is, ostentatious philistines), the sort of people none of us want to have dinner next to. But here, for once, I’ll let it go, because it actually works. The controversial goose liver is used with restraint: morsels the size of corn kernels are placed over thick slices of silky, milky-white fish, before being generously seasoned, then given a flash of flame-grilling. Rich and moreish, it also came cut through with tendrils of cress, tiny edible pansies and lotus root crisps.
Equally brilliant was a little veggie two-piece: one side braised burdock root (like a woody, savoury carrot), which came fragrant with salt, sesame and soy, the other a mound of sweet, nicely-chewy shiitake mushrooms. Sashimi was also outstanding, particularly the sweet shrimp and some magnificently silky ōtoro (aka pink fatty tuna). There was more good tuna in a modish carpaccio, artfully decorated with blobs of tangy, citrussy, chilli-spiked ponzu jelly and wisps of coriander leaves. Even the miso was great.
Sushi Atelier is small but lovely. You know what they say: good things come in… never mind.