Sushi On Me

Omakases commonly spell a quiet affair between you and the chef as they walk you through novel preparations of fish and rice. Sushi On Me is less talk and more rock, where courses are served among flashing lights, smoking guns and glasses of sake that never run dry.

The original basement party (there's now another location in Williamsburg) goes down in the heart of Elmhurst, Queens, tucked away down a set of stairs. You'll know you've arrived once you step inside the long basement and clock the neon-lit sign hung on the wall, informing you to "Enjoy Your Fucking Dinner." And enjoy it you shall, as the 15-course feast of nigri, handrolls and fatty tuna that you get a chance to torch yourself is interspersed with a ricochet of music and disco balls. Unlimited sake is one of the most defining features, as empty glasses don't stay that way for long, particularly after you've knocked one back with the chefs across the counter and chummy strangers seated next to you.

Precisely one sparkler-fueled hour later, you'll return topside with a belly full of sake and sushi. Your wallet will be a little less full, but only moderately so: dinner only clocks in at $99 (before tax and tip). Make sure you bring cash to leave a hefty one because the experience is one of the more fun, party-fueled of its kind in the city.