Katsuya

White walls and chairs, blond wood, and caramel leather banquettes are the look at this Philippe Starck-Sam Nazarian extravaganza, a Westside branch of the Valley darling. It’s bigger and slicker, with two levels, two rooms, a central robata bar, and a sushi bar in back. Isolated blowups of a geisha’s face—lips here, an eye there—take up the walls. The food’s always good and sometimes better (the scallop sashimi can be astounding), and the fresh-juice cocktails, such as the watermelon mojito, are exuberant.