

So begets Izaka-ya. While the beautiful people with Swiss banks accounts dine at Katsu-ya in Brentwood (see previous post "Katsu-ya: where excellent food meets beautiful people") the almost beautiful with bank accounts at Washington Mutual can go to Izaka-ya on 3rd Street, which is Beverly Hills adjacent. And instead of dining in the austere post-modern opulence which is Katsu-ya's decor, they can admire a mock telephone pole in the center of the of the restaurant (with wire strung across it), toy guns on one wall, an old time clock on another and a large center table with a rope coiled around it. Some may say it's like dining near a wharf, others a Japanese internment camp, but whatever it is, they won't confuse it with Phillipe Starck.
However, no matter the surroundings, there is no mistake as to Izaka-ya's lineage. Many items on the menu are straight from Katsu-ya such as the tuna and yellowtail sashimi with jalapeno, creamy rock shrimp tempura and crispy rice with spicy tuna. Izaka-ya also has a sushi bar like Katsu-ya. Sadly, there is no robata bar. Apparently such finery as robata cooked meat, seafood or vegetables is reserved only for the Marc Jacobs set, not the Marc by Marc Jacobs crowd. But, Izaka-ya also has many items not served at Katsu-ya like an Asari clam soup (not to be confused with the Asari Miso soup which is also at Katsu-ya) with whole clams boiled in a steamy garlic broth and oyster sunomono (when in season, which it wasn't when I was there).
The Service is similar to Katsu-ya, sometimes good, sometimes a little slow, and it can be just as crowded as Katsu-ya depending on when you show up. Also, don't be surpised to see a celebrity (Dylan McDermott was sitting next to me) as sometimes they like to slum it too.
For the Ferrari and Rolex set Izaka-ya may be a poor man's Katsu-ya, but for me, I'll gladly valet my Dino and flash my Tudor at Izaka-ya.
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