First Look: Jordan's 8

2007_0919_jordans8.jpgIt’s hard to say if Tapatini’s owner Jordan Cappolla should be commended for bringing sleek style and superior sushi to a neighborhood where it was previously impossible to get a decent raw fish fix, or if he should get 80 lashes with a wet noodle for everything else on the menu at Jordan’s 8.

The white leather banquette that stretches the length of the downstairs of the former World Cuisine is elegant (though some friends counted it sterile and much preferred the groovy orange-and-red textured seating upstairs or the second-floor deck with a Washington Monument view.) While the service is surprisingly solid and décor is over all sleek and modern (minus the giant industrial fans no one seemed able to explain to me), the finesse stops there. One look at the schizoid menu should have tipped me off.

Half steak house, half sushi bar, Jordan’s 8 is only doing one well.

This is not one of those Japanese steakhouse places. And the result is like being in two separate restaurants, depending on what you order. Lisa Graves, of the Caucus Room, is supposed to be manning the steakhouse side of this venture, but frankly, I don’t know if I buy that claim. I have yet to see properly cooked meat make it to my plate on the first try. A somewhat-overcooked peppercorn New York Strip (sans peppercorns) could have been redeemed with a decent pan sauce. Instead it was further degraded with a cloying vanilla-bourbon sauce that actually made me feel nauseated after awhile.

There are a slew of items clearly designed to appeal to the non-sushi eater who also does not seek steak. There’s lamb, chicken, pork chops and pasta, and they are to be avoided. What sounded like a safe plate – linguini primavera – turned out to be a horrific pile of pasta, sun dried tomatoes and zucchini all glued together with a frightfully oily parmesan sauce. Jordan’s Signature Salad, with bleu cheese and cranberries, is good but could use a little extra crunch; I’m thinking pistachios.

In traditional Washington steak-house style, the sides are ordered separately and served family style at $5 a pop. Lobster tails and crab claws can be added for $9. There are apparently some desserts, but the one time I tried to order one (at about 10:15 in a place that’s open until 11 p.m.), I was told that the kitchen closed at 10, they were out of everything but the carrot cake and that wasn’t very good anyway. So, kinks are still being worked out.

But you don’t need to be worried about any of that, because you’re going to go for the sushi.

Oh, the sushi! Sayonara, Sizzling Express on Pennsylvania Avenue!

The tuna California roll was a refreshing change from the usual fake-crab-and-avocado combo. The spicy crunchy maki was a flavorful take on the standard; while “spicy” was the operative there, it was the appealingly flavorful kind of spicy, not the fry-your-taste buds-for-the-night kind.

Another specialty roll, the Bamboo roll (tuna, fresh crab and avocado), was topped with a sort of spicy tuna tartar. I really liked the unique inside-out-ness of the tuna topping, though the texture might not be for everyone (then again, if you have texture issues, what the heck are you doing eating sushi?).

The only maki misstep was the Jordan’s 8 Roll, a concoction indicative of the place’s split personality: a lobster and asparagus roll overlaid with thin slices of flavorless, overcooked beef. A wise dining companion dubbed it “a waste of lobster.” And even that wasn’t bad, per se, just not great.

Nigiri portions were large and well-executed, with very fresh rice (the only thing more gross than a sushi place that smells like fish is a mouthful of gluey rice that has been sitting around for hours). The eel had not climbed aboard a raft of rice to avoid drowning in a pool of sauce, as so often happens at even very good sushi places. My fave was the King crab nigiri – two pieces on rice and the rest of the leg used as delectable garnish, including the hollow shell.

Fresh fish on top of fresh rice might not seem like a big deal at a sushi place, but this is a restaurant that is also smothering perfectly good oysters with gouda, pancetta, sun dried tomatoes, micro basil and then actually charging you $11 for it.

The wine list is affordable but limited and uninspired. Stick to sake bottle service or wait until the more-than-competent bartender has worked up her own list of specialties. There are some excellent Asian imports on the beer list, but cross your fingers when ordering – my first choice never seemed to be available and I am still jonesing for that Tsing Tao.

While the steakhouse menu is long and varied, the sushi side hits the standard highlights but for the most part stops there. I’d love to see the grill menu back off to a handful of items and for the sushi chefs to be given a little more free reign.

The verdict? So happy to have good sushi on Capitol Hill.
Just… stick with the sushi.

Jordan’s 8
523 Eighth St. SE
202-543-6401

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Great review. This place sounds like they're taking the steakhouse to a place that probably should be off limits, or at least condemned and surrounded by razor wire.

Instead it was further degraded with a cloying vanilla-bourbon sauce that actually made me feel nauseated after awhile.

Hear that? It's my sphincter clenching shut with an audible "snap!" Vanilla bourbon steak? Can I get that put on a stick with some whipped cream? How about in a cone with nuts on top like a goddamned Nutty Buddy?

There are a slew of items clearly designed to appeal to the non-sushi eater who also does not seek steak.

Which forces the question: WTF are you doing in a sushi steakhouse? I mean, if you're looking for s**t to complain about, that's why god invented dcist. Although, I suppose there are people who go to Chinese restaurants and complain about how their pizza pales in comparison to Guido's on the Lower East Side.

The only maki misstep was the Jordan’s 8 Roll, a concoction indicative of the place’s split personality: a lobster and asparagus roll overlaid with thin slices of flavorless, overcooked beef.

What? No foam? And they call themselves a restaurant?

this is a restaurant that is also smothering perfectly good oysters with gouda, pancetta, sun dried tomatoes, micro basil and then actually charging you $11 for it.

Y'know, just the other night I was thinking, "Damn, I could really go for some shellfish swimming in cheese, ham, dessicated tomatoes, and micro basil." I had to settle potted meat product on a Ritz. Where was this review when I needed it?

I will probably try the sushi on some lunch day, but for surf and turf, I'll stick with meatballs and tunafish.

Can I just ask a question? Wtf is up with Tapatinis? The decor is fine, but the bartender has no business mixing martinis, is slow as a snail, and the service is beyond horrendous. I will never go back.

there are a few decent sushi places in Chinatown, not great like Sushi Taro but passable. Not ever neighborhood can or should have great sushi restaurants.

Not ever neighborhood can or should have great sushi restaurants.

Gah? So everyone's better off with mediocre sushi? I don't think there's any shortage of that in DC.

Blah sushi on Capitol Hill? No new news there! Interesting review, though!

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I love how the crab in the pic is trying to hide behind the salmon. It's like he's thinking, "Maybe if I hang out behind these greens, that fat f**k won't eat me."

Is there any meal that can't be improved by putting a big dead crab behind it? That's class. All he needs is a little bowtie and a cane.

When reading any review, there is one word that causes me to automatically question the authority and experience of the reviewer and the validity of the entire piece. That word is “uninspired.” What would an “inspired” wine list have looked like? It is just such an incredibly pretentious and meaningless descriptor that it can be used in virtually ANY situation in which you don’t want to actually put any thought into something. Try it at work when a colleague gives you a document to review that you don’t want to deal with; tell them it’s “uninspired” and they’ll spend the next 4 billable hours redoing it and leaving you alone. When your girlfriend has dragged you to the store, is trying on jeans and asks how they look, simply answer “uninspired” and you’re not only a thoughtful, fashion-conscious guy but you’ll be able to get out of there faster than it takes to say “bootybootybootybootybootyeverywhere.”

Then again, reviewing a review is pretty damn pretentious and meaningless as well…

My peeve is when reviewers write about the salad course and inevitably come up with something like "the salad was good, but it didn't knock my socks off" or some other superlative. WTF kind of salad "knocks your socks off?" Unless its the size of a medicine ball or transforms into a moaning vulva with pure gold streaming from it, it's just a goddamned bowl of leaves and dressing.

Really, where can I find a really mind-blowing salad? Something that will make me want to leave my wife for it. I want a salad that will leave me walking funny the next day. A real priapism-inducing salad. Surely this must exist in DC.

monkeyrotica, i love you.

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RecSpecs, from someone who doesn't drink a ton of wine or peruse a ton of wine lists, I take "uninspired" to mean without a lot of creative thought or inventive ideas. Bland, not terribly exciting. Nothing there to suggest that they were thinking about pairing their food with wines in an original way.

Beck has a goat cheese and tomato salad that will practically massage your prostate, monkey, and not in that day-later-trying-to-avoid-the-tryst-two-stalls-over in-the-Minneapolis-airport-sort-of-way.

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Stick to reviewing dished and not adding your less than inspired suggestions to improve them. For example, “Jordan’s Signature Salad, with bleu cheese and cranberries, is good but could use a little extra crunch; I’m thinking pistachios.”

Pistachios are so Cosi.

Does Beck do carryout salads? Because for the full effect, I really need to take the salad back to my place to show it my etchings, put some Barry White on the phonograph, and slip it a roofie.

My measure of a salad is, when it comes to my table, I ask myself, "Would I put my peter in this?"

Actually, that's my measure of most things I encounter.

Hey Monkey,

In Clarendon, check out Boulevard Wood Grill's Seared Yellowfin & mixed asian greens (with wonton strips and a wasabi aoli). It'll toss your salad, so to speak.

Several days late, but I had to register to comment just because all this? Cracked me up, Monkey. Hoo, good stuff!

My two worst experiences eating out here in DC has to have been at Jordans steakhouse on 8th street in Capitol Hill. Don’t get me wrong, from the outside the place looks nice. It chic and modern with a plethora of flat screen TV’s playing live sports, but that’s about all the place has going for it. The first time I went the service was atrocious. The waitress forgot the appetizer that I ordered. She forgot to get me a beer, and then forgot about us altogether. I had to get the attention of another waitress in order to get service at all. An hour later our food arrived, and my steak was grossly undercooked. How hard can it be to mess up a beer an appetizer and a steak?

Well I should have stuck to the adage fool me once! Fast forward 3 months to December. My folks came in from out of town and I figured I would give the place another try. I put my first poor dining experience down to the growing pains of a new restaurant. I figured anything will be better then my first time. Little did I expect that I was to be proved wrong and it would actually be worse! For a start the hostess told us our table would be ready in 15 mins. 1 hour and 15 mins later we were seated. Another 20 minutes later the waiter took out drinks order. Another hour and twenty minutes later the food came out! Now I like my steak well done and the thing was red in the middle. I don’t like sending food back but this was ridiculous. The steak came back 10 minutes later and it was once again red in the middle, to compound things the mashed potatoes were cold. I am not one for complaining, but I had enough, and asked for the manager. His response was an apology and to offer us a free dessert. Gee wiz. If you are going to drop well over 3 figures for a meal and it turns out as poorly as that you would expect to get at least something comped! Needless to say the poor meal was quite the topic at our table and the table next to us chimed in as well saying that this was also their second time here and that it was also their second bad experience. At least they got a free bottle of wine out of the whole thing which is more than what we got!

Anyway to sum up stay away from Jordans. It is an extremely expensive restaurant which serves amateur food with amateur service.

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