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Royal Sushi Omakase & Izakaya
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Royal Sushi & Izakaya in Queen Village is technically two different concepts under one roof. But they both offer incredible Japanese food in spaces comfortable enough to turn strangers into friends within 10 minutes. In the upfront izakaya, you can sit in a booth and watch anime, pay as little as $4 for a beer, and eat things like thinly sliced hamachi in ponzu or crispy pan-seared pork gyoza. But when you want a night of the most flawless nigiri, temaki, and seafood creations Philly has to offer, get the 17-course sushi omakase menu. If you can.
photo credit: Casey Robinson
Let’s just get this out of the way: The $300 per person sushi counter has a higher rejection rate than UPenn. Ultimately, the thrill of a meal here isn’t just about the three-week-aged mackerel or a $180 layered wagyu toast that we bow our heads to in utter appreciation, but simply getting in. A salty and savory spoonful of egg custard topped with shiny beads of osetra creates so much excitement that couples lock in their visits for the rest of the year on the spot. This creates a loyal hive committed to an indulgent marathon of seafood, along with the same company, almost every week.
The familiarity means nothing is off limits—there are conversations about tattoos, the bar’s black manekineko doll on a new shelf, and recent breakups, all while bowls of soft tuna belly, narrowly sliced white truffle, buttery uni, and a hint of truffle paste force you into the dilemma of wanting to savor something as long as possible and devour it all at once. The standards of every single element are extreme and consistently high— it’s like everywhere else in Philly is doing sushi for beginners and you’ve found the only expert-level place in town.
photo credit: Royal Sushi Omakase & Izakaya
photo credit: Royal Sushi Omakase & Izakaya
photo credit: Royal Sushi Omakase & Izakaya
photo credit: Royal Sushi Omakase & Izakaya
Each course brings gasps pre- and post-bite—like they’re a magician’s final reveal. Since you’re within earshot of the izakaya’s kitchen, you’ll see plates of chashu fly by while the staff plays sake matchmaker with a guy at the end of the counter. As they make a note of it (so he can have the same next time), the curtain separating the two sections opens, and the rowdiness of the house party in front trickles in.
Seats in the booths or at the bar in the izakaya are also hard to come by, but you don’t have to sell the family jewels to get them. While the omakase should be saved for your birthday, the front of house is better for weeknight sh*t talking about your boss over Japanese whiskey and spicy tuna hand rolls. The constant flow of liquor makes it feel more like an endless Happy Hour than in the back, but the dishes served here are similarly revelatory. The soy drenched wings are impeccably crunchy and incredibly juicy, while the slightly sweet duck confit with a jidori egg omelet disintegrates as soon as it hits your tongue. You’ll be thinking about the ruby pink tekkadon bowl long after you leave (and certainly longer than the random person who got your number).
photo credit: Jesse Ito
photo credit: GAB BONGHI
photo credit: GAB BONGHI
photo credit: GAB BONGHI
photo credit: Casey Robinson
The fish is outstanding no matter where you sit—you’ll end up love everything they put in front of you with the passion Philadelphians have for getting the last word in. Make your dating profile a thirst trap for someone with an in at the omakase, or stop by to watch Dragon Ball Z over a bowl of chirashi. Either way, you’ll leave feeling like the hassle of getting into Royal is justified by a night inside it.
Food Rundown
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Long Island Iced Tea
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Curry Bun
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Tuna Guacamole
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Karaage Wings
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Hotate Yaki
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Wagyu Zabuton Steak
photo credit: Jesse Ito