It claims to be a Japanese fusion restaurant with French influences. Japoix is a little strange, it must be said. With that, we were seated by the mini-skirted hostess. She did not, as one might expect a hostess to do on a not-so-busy night, come and get us after we didn’t show up for 15 minutes. Well, it didn’t work when the hostess tried to summon us. Japoix employs those blinking vibrating alerts to let you know your table is ready, the kind you tend to associate with a TGIFridays (not that I’ve ever been). Turns out there was some sort of buzzer malfunction. He very kindly went to check on our table. We informed him that we had been told there was a 15-minute wait but that we had no reservation. After about half an hour the friendly barkeep asked when our reservation was. The only problem was that the wine fridge wasn’t properly cooling so we had to wait while the two bottles chilled on ice. The selection of wines by the glass is good and there is a real range in prices, which is also nice. We checked in with the hostess and ordered two classes of wine: a viognier for A and a pinot blanc for me. I arrived early and sat myself down at the bar to wait for Alastair, who himself was a little early. Because of this the back does have a very large window overlooking Broadway, which is nice, though that section of Broadway is hardly beautiful. In front is the dining room the back is taken up by a bar and lounge, complete with multiple enormous televisions (it is Denver, of course). It stretches back-to-front the entirety of one section of the Beauvallon. Alastair had purchased himself a coupon on Living Social (25 bucks for a 50 dollar coupon) and we came prepared to eat and drink. Last night Alastair and I headed to Japoix, the Japanese-themed new restaurant in the first floor of the Beauvallon, the hideous and half-empty apartment building on Lincoln between 9th and 10th Avenues.
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