Nobus are ubiquitous in major cities, and Chicago’s very own is in the West Loop, at the bottom of the (you guessed it) Nobu Hotel. It has an identical Japanese fusion menu to its brethren, with dishes like miso cod, tuna crispy rice, and black truffle ribeye. Some are better than others, but nothing is mindblowing. What is mindblowing is how expensive the bill will be—especially for just-fine food and an unpredictable dining experience that might have you surrounded by tables filled with sulking couples, MMA fighters on their phones, recent grads celebrating with the parents, and an ever-growing pile of dirty dishes the staff is too busy to clear. Instead of coming here for dinner, head to the elevators and go up to the much-more-fun rooftop bar. There you get a lovely view, and don’t have to order any food.
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