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Do not disrespect Decibel with intentions of sake-bombing--this grungy, subterranean speakeasy offers a purist's take on the consumption of Japan's alcohol of choice. The menu contains junmai, honjozo, ginjo, and daiginjo variations on the rice-based beverage, with about 100 choices in total. No wussy English explanations are provided, so just close your eyes and pick: They're all good, or at least authentic. Similarly, the decor refuses to acknowledge that you're in New York City, and so the graffiti of the wrecked, Blade Runner-esque interior is also written in Japanese. Technically, you can't understand anything here, but the message is very clear.
Everything about DECIBEL seems like it's a secret between you and Harrison Ford. The downstairs unmarked entrance, the roped- off front room, the grimy color of the walls, the burnished wood of the counters--even my favorite drink, a lychee martini, looks like it's from the otherworld, with a weird pink, fleshy fruit floating in the glass. You expect the replicants to bust in any second, but no, it's just your waiter with another glass of sake. More »
Every NYU freshman living around the corner may know what lies behind DECIBEL's basement-level door, but your bosom buddies from Beantown don't. They can't even open the damn thing! (Press the buzzer, you rubes!) Once inside the cave-like sake emporium, be sure and act the suave mofo as you're shown your table--remember, you've seen it all before! Warm alcohol? Nothing finer, dear chums, and do pass the rice crackers. I say, isn't New York the bee's knees? More »
No cloying irony at Decibel, where the disc-jockey waitstaff simply seem to play what they like, and though individual picks often blow (Lenny Kravitz's 5 in its entirety!), segues can be rewardingly fucking weird. You usually have to wait out a long play to get the far-out effect, so slowly sip your Asahi Blacks (or sample some sakes). Or multiply aural enjoyment by two when waiting for a table on the bench inside, chugging cans of Bud you brought yourself. More »
East Village cool is all that is Japanese, sake bars are at the height of hip, and Decibel is the place to throw back some Asahi Black or a killer "Saketini." If you're overwhelmed by the list of 70 different kinds of sake--arranged according to dryness--ask a waiter for help and discover the bonus of this underground watering hole: the cutest, most swoon-inducing waitstaff around. More »