The Travel Critic

Travelling is all about discovery, isn’t it? Those moments when the unfamiliar beckons, and you step off the beaten track into something extraordinary. That’s exactly how we found Fujiyama, a sleek little sushi spot tucked into Nuremberg’s old-world heart. It was one of those nights when the chill seeps through your coat, and the only thing on your mind is somewhere warm, bright, and enticing.

Most dining in Nuremberg revolves around two things: pork and beer. Which, fine, has its charm, but sometimes you want to escape the schnitzel-scented fog. Enter Fujiyama: a space so modern it’s practically time-travel. The decor? Minimalist and striking – wood everywhere, so smooth and polished that I spent a good five minutes debating whether I’d wandered into a high-end sauna or a deconstructed grand piano. Either way, it was wonderfully warm, a glowing haven in the frosty night.

The food? Excellent. The sushi arrives like a Vegas showgirl, all flair and drama, with dry ice billowing like the stage at Eurovision. It’s a spectacle, yes, but one that delivers where it counts: the fish was as fresh as if it had swum in that morning, the rice perfectly seasoned and not a speck of soy sauce in sight unless you asked. (Which you shouldn’t – respect the chef.)

Service? Quick, efficient, and friendly enough to make you feel welcome but not smothered. They know their audience here – those who appreciate good sushi and good vibes without the fuss.

If you’re cool, like sushi, and find yourself in Nuremberg, skip the bratwurst and head straight for Fujiyama. It’s a reminder that even in a city known for tradition, there’s room for something new and thrilling.