A tiny East Village gem where the sushi feels like a secret passed down in whispers. It’s BYOB and ultra-intimate—like being invited into someone’s sacred space. Reviews rave for a reason. You’ll leave with a full belly and a wild urge to tell everyone you know (but also keep it to yourself).
There’s something playful about Fuku—it’s omakase with a wink. The chefs talk to you, they joke around, and yet the sushi? Dead serious. Impossibly fresh, inventively plated, and always delicious. It’s a spot you return to not just for the fish, but for the warm, familiar energy.
