Bar Miller

One of the best and most unique omakase experiences in the city! We absolutely love Rosella so we really wanted to try Bar Miller. Jeff and James are incredible. Such a friendly and cozy experience. Everything’s locally sourced, and as far as I know, they’re the only ones doing that in the omakase/sushi space. But as far as the fish, it tastes as good as anything flown in from Japan; you’d never guess the fish are all sourced from the east coast. Can’t wait to come back!

We had a birthday dinner here and it was incredible. Not only the food but the service was exceptional. The flavor pairings were perfect. The list of what they served is below with some notes. I would highly recommend this place. The host was so friendly and knowledgeable. He guided us to a Sake that paired well with the food. There is a pairing where they give you different Sake and wine through the meal. He genuinely wanted to help us find what we liked. Oyster strawberry Arctic char sashimi. Strawberries Little clams chowder. Roasted and crispy sun chokes. Gouda clams. Like razor clams. Little salty. But not tooo much. So good. Clams not chewy. Stripped bass ceviche. Wine lemon grass sauce. So light and citrus taste. Vibrant Pickled strawberries to cleans palate between s

My wife and I had a wonderfully memorable night at Bar Miller with Chef James and TJ as our host/server. Have never felt more welcome at an upscale place. Great food, service, ambiance, playlist, and people. Definitely recommend if you're in the area craving something unique!

The most amazing experience! Every dish was a flavor explosion – my taste buds were on cloud nine. The wine and sake pairings were spot-on, like they knew exactly what my palate needed with each bite! Gorgeous interior, intimate space and the service from Baxter our waiter and James the phenomenal chef were fantastic. If you're looking for a memorable dining adventure you won't be disappointed!

Smokiness. That is the first word, and it will not be the last. It enters everything here, the food, which carries dimensions of smokiness the way a good novel carries subtext, present even when you’re not looking for it. The sake, too, recommended by our waiter with the authority of someone who has tasted his way through the list and emerged with an opinion. The sake arrived smoky and sure of itself, in a room that could double as a coffee shop: intimate, unhurried, the kind of place where you might just as easily linger over a pour-over as a piece of nigiri. But this is not a coffee shop. The food shines brighter than that. Brighter, certainly, than the ornamental donuts one encounters in the lesser establishments of this city, those pastries posed in windows like small frosted lies. H