Las Vegas Sushi Recommendations for 2026
I recently spent a couple days in Las Vegas watching the Maple Leafs break my heart (again) by choking away a lead (again x 100000000). The good news is that the trip wasn’t a complete waste; I was able to visit some off-strip sushiya.
Off-strip. That phase should have new meaning for all of us today (thank you, Bill Pullman). It turns out Vegas is more than just rundown hotels, water shows and 800 grams of sugar and alcohol in a beaker around a tourist’s neck. Drive 10 minutes in any direction, and Vegas is less concrete cruise ship, more Los Angeles lite. Strip malls abound, and legitimately great sushiya dot them all.
(Drive a little further, and bam – literal desert. Then random small town, desert , random small town, and on it goes for four hours of one of my favourite games, “am I going to fall asleep on the road to Los Angeles?. The whole thing was straight out of “from dusk till dawn”.)
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Put aside your viva las vegas blog and best of vegas AI instagram slop accounts. No Ito, no Nobu, no vegas buffets. There are the Big 3. Three great sushiya, all off-strip, each incredible in their own way. That’s it.
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In a Chinatown strip mall (what else?), two doors down from a massage parlour lies Kabuto. Don’t let the dark front fool you; the $125 sushi-only omakase is the move here, especially given the strength of the Okonomi menu There are five different cuts of honmaguro, seven options altogether if you count the blowtorch (aburi) and marinated akami (zuke).
That I had such a fantastic experience at Kabuto, in spite of the average start, and in spite of getting tanked on white wine at 7:00am, says just how good Kabuto is.
$125+.
Sushi Hiro wonderfully balances no-frills sushi with high-end preparation. And yes, that reads like some bullshit google review that some paid influencer wrote, but it’s true. Hiro is close to Henderson, a suburb of Vegas I’m assuming was created from scratch by a commercial real estate company. The area is popular among celebrities/hockey players running from the Toronto media. Sushi Hiro is popular among this crowd, at least according to the dozens of pictures on the wall.
The legend behind the counter is Hiro-san. Before opening his eponymous west Vegas shop 11 years ago, he worked in New York City, at midtown’s Sushi Zen (RIP).
Look, preparing sushi is complicated, but the philosophy shouldn’t be. I want to be surprised. I want something new, something in season, something that dances the lambata between complexity and simplicity. I don’t need a fucking bunson burner, I don’t need fog, I don’t need emulsified ground cherries.
Sushi Hiroyoshi encapsulates every bit of that. The service is great. Hiro-san, his wife and counter mate (sorry I didn’t get your name, brother) are all gems. And the steady stream of regulars stopping by for weekly standing reservations is as good a indicator as it gets.
$225 (Omakase). Less (Okonomi).