This place achieves the unachievable. It is sophisticated without being annoyingly sophisticated about its sophistication. Meaning, it's an accessible, delicious, comforting and glamorous restaurant the likes of which you simply will not find anywhere else within an un-jetlagable radius. Meaning, depending on what you order, you'll find yourself at either José Andrés' or your gifted grandpa the chef's kitchen table, the one who lives in Japan. If this doesn't make sense, you just have to go to Creo to have the sense made for you. You'll be happy you did. Really. Promise yourself to leave full. You owe it to your stomach. And drink mixedly. Because the mixed drinks are especially ambrosial. I'm serious. It's a very special place. (I will be driving from NYC next week to go again. Perhaps with my Grandpa, who is not from Japan, as it were.)
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