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The Drunken Fish is having an identity crisis, but many of the dishes are tasty and inventive

Everything that is good and not-so-good about the Drunken Fish can be summed up by its name. A bit funny, a bit titillating, it catches people off guard at first mention. On second mention it doesn't make much sense. Billed as a "restaurant & lounge" ("fish & drunken"), this Westport Plaza newcomer gestures toward both, impressively at times, but resists coalescing into one fully integrated thing. It is an enigma wrapped in some seaweed.

The sushi lounge is a concept fast on its way to reaching full-out trend, both nationwide and here in St. Louis. Rue 13, the only bona-fide lounge on downtown's Washington Avenue club strip, reaped great rewards when the sushi bar it's got tucked away in a corner became a selling point among patrons. In the right fizzy-sleek setting, there's something undeniably chic and hip, flirty even, about sensuous slices of raw fish, chopsticks and the fierce kick of wasabi. Drunken Fish sure is more fun for the kids (myself included) than the Seki/Sansui/I Love Mr. Sushi establishments, which tend to be overlorded by humorless Japanese matrons and male sushi chefs of few words. For cosmopolitan gals and metrosexual men, sushi (also tapas, I'd say) has become a finger food of choice, so the demographic calls for a place like Drunken Fish to capitalize on that. Whether it also calls for a DJ booth may prove to be just one of many factors that determine Drunken Fish's long-term success.

Another sushi conundrum (who knew there were so many?) is this: California roll six-packs sell alongside the seafood counter at Schnucks. Where's the sexy in a food you can chuck into your shopping cart with your cottage cheese? Sushi is going haute cuisine and workingman's lunch simultaneously -- and unless it finds a fabulous fourth dimension, the high end might lose out to the low end. Drunken Fish's menu attempts a way out of that quandary, as chef Tome Viduka -- a native Croatian, which, like most everything else about Drunken Fish, is cool yet odd -- goes ballistic on his ingredients, creating (just as a first example) three house-original maki rolls best described as hypersushi.

Just loungin': Manager Thach "Toc" Le of the Drunken Fish kicks back with a So roll
Jennifer Silverberg
Just loungin': Manager Thach "Toc" Le of the Drunken Fish kicks back with a So roll

Location Info


The Drunken Fish

639 Westport Plaza
St. Louis, MO 63146

Category: Bars and Clubs

Region: Maryland Heights


Tuna tataki $10.75
Tyoka roll $15.75
Fried lobster $24.75
Deep-fried ice cream $5.50

314-275-8300. Hours: lunch 11 a.m.-2 p.m. Mon.-Fri.; dinner 5-11 p.m. daily.

639 Westport Plaza, Maryland Heights

The So roll: crabmeat, fish of the day (usually tuna), radish sprouts, scallions and carrots wrapped in seaweed (no rice), tempura-fried, served in a martini glass. The Tyoka roll: eel and crab rolled in rice, blanketed by an external layer of avocado slices, smothered with warm baked crab and scallop pieces, topped with a little masago (that teensy orange roe) and "Japanese mayonnaise." The Drunken Fish roll: tempura shrimp and steamed asparagus smeared with Japanese mayonnaise, rolled in rice and seaweed, topped with masago, raw tuna, more Japanese mayonnaise, eel sauce and radish sprouts, sprinkled generously with tempura crunchies.

These are all towering, daunting pieces of architecture, presented artfully (sometimes with spindly, fan-shaped plumes of fried noodles) on stylishly understated plates. In fact, the dishware scheme's very Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, and it's my favorite thing about the restaurant. Still, they don't always taste as imaginative as they look. I did love the Tyoka roll, thanks to the scallops, which were so yummy I'd eat them solo. (And I can; small fistfuls jacketed in seaweed are available as an unorthodox form of nigiri.) On the other hand, the tempura coat that covers the Drunken Fish roll does it a disservice, nullifying the distinct flavors of its many components. A great array of textures happens here -- the snap of the asparagus, the crunch of the roe, the goo of the mayonnaise, the tempura itself -- but they meld into a uniform, bland whole.

Tempura is a motif on this menu, and again, it pays off sometimes but not all the time. The most audacious tempura creation is the fried lobster, a platter of batter-encrusted tail meat adorned with slices of different kinds of tempura vegetables: squash, mushrooms, sweet potato, etc. Fried lobster sounds like two great tastes that would taste great together, but once more, the tempura annuls the flavors that should follow. The lobster's essence is barely detectable; even more of a shame, the meat loses its incomparable velvet feel.

But the accompanying tempura vegetables rock! With them, the frying reaps tremendous dividends, fresh flavors bursting and leaping about the mouth. Here again is something I would and did order on its own, via the tempura appetizer. While submitting maki rolls and lobster tails to a tempura treatment smacks of trying too hard, the tempura vegetables conversely register as less-is-more cooking. And when that approach is used, Drunken Fish's food excels. Edamame, a tuna tataki appetizer and a steak teriyaki entrée (each of the latter two presented simply as roast beef-like slices), straightforward seaweed salad and octopus salad -- all perfect.

So are the desserts, which surprised me. There's just a trio of ice cream concoctions, but two -- the deep-fried ice cream and the mochi ice cream -- are more gussied up than what you usually get at a Japanese restaurant. (Abrupt turn: Suddenly more is more!) For the deep-fried ice cream, a scoop of green tea is tempura-fried just right, then served quartered alongside lovely whipped cream dollops, fresh fruit slices and chocolate sauce doodles. The mochi takes mango, strawberry or coffee ice cream and encases it in a rice-based dough (that's the mochi) that feels remarkably like a soft, pulpy outer skin.

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