Nimblefish

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Nicolle Nitta

Such good things to say about this place! The price, first of all, pretty decent for an omakase considering the amount and quality of the pieces/dishes. I've been a couple times now and every chef I've had has been amazing, both in service and in knowledge on each and every dish (they'll tell you about where it's from, different names, and anything else you'd want to know). It's really nice getting to sit and watch them create each dish with care and you can tell how much work and expertise goes into each serving. I cannot reccomend this place enough. Best sushi I've had in Portland (one of the few good places I've found actually)

Ann Kim

What a lovely omakase experience at Nimblefish! I arrived a bit early for my reservation and was waiting for the previous group to finish up. I was quickly seated and chatted with the chef for the evening. As someone who has had omakase a handful of times in New York, it was a unique experience trying different cuts of fish I hadn't heard of or even tried back home. The atmosphere was relaxing yet chatty, as we had small conversations between the chef, myself, and the couple next to me. I would recommend others check out Thank you to the staff member who wrote me down the names for the different cuts of fish we had for the night. Nimblefish and the other omakase spots in Portland! (Hopefully I've labeled everything correctly!)

Bob Lou

Fantastic setting with a wood sushi bar and well considered decor. The nigiri themselves were great. I liked that the selection featured a lot of more subtle fish and that there wasn't a focus on things like toro with caviar and there was no salmon. Each piece of nigiri was composed of a lightly packed mound of rice which was delightful. The fish was all tasty. I liked the young amberjack fish and it was fun to have some pieces that were more lean and bouncy, and then more fatty pieces that were melty. The toppings always allowed the fish to shine. For the miso soup, I want to know what tofu they are using as it was creamy rather than just kind of jelly. This kind of quality and service for 12 pieces feels like a bargain for $125. It's a great value and I respect the focus on more traditional and subtle fish.

Gerald Pinner

Nimblefish, in the heart of Portland, Oregon, is a place where the sea speaks clearly and kindly through rice, vinegar, and immaculate knife work. I have eaten sushi in a few fine establishments, in cities that glitter and in alleyways that hum, and while this may not be the single greatest omakase of my life, it sits among the saints. There were seven of us, and we occupied nearly the whole of the sushi bar. It felt conspiratorial, reverent. We were pilgrims and the altar was hip-high and lacquered. From the first starter to the final spoonful of sorbet, the experience unfolded with the precision of a pocket watch and the warmth of a handwritten letter. The chef, a man who treats fish with the seriousness most reserve for funerals or first love, spoke to us not just of what we were eating but why. This fish came from Hokkaido. That one from the California coast. The trout, rainbow and shimmering, was a particular surprise, new to me, and now unforgettable. Another chef talked about his rice like a poet would talk about meter. The host, too, guided us gently through the meal with enthusiasm and knowledge, like a teacher who remembers what it's like to be young and curious. The structure of the meal was intelligent and satisfying. Thirteen bites of sushi, each different, each deliberate. Soup that quieted the mind. Egg custard that felt like an apology from the universe for all the things that have gone wrong. The sorbet was a gentle goodbye, a kiss on the forehead. The whiskey and sake list is the kind of thing that could cause trouble in the best possible way. We tasted a few and they were each better than the last, the way good short stories are. If you find yourself there, let yourself be led. Trust them. It took two hours and not a second of it dragged. We laughed and whispered and stared up at our planks like children watching snow fall. The bill, at around $165 per person, felt less like a transaction and more like a tithe. If you're interested, and you should be, book ahead. There are few seats and many seekers. Nimblefish is not just a restaurant. It is a gentle argument for precision, quality and beauty in a world that too often forgets to offer any.