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Skip the flashy Russell Street awnings. You’re hunting for a subtle glass door right next to Dragon Hotpot. Ascend the narrow stairs—guided by mystical zither tunes—into a pure shabu-shabu haven. Hotpot purists champion this inconspicuous upstairs spot for its fiercely marbled wagyu and restorative sukiyaki broths. The setup? Absolute introvert bliss. Diners slip into private, noren-draped solo booths—outfitted with charging ports and phone stands—built for undisturbed slurping. Craving company? The dividers fold back effortlessly for shared dining. Guests routinely applaud the flawless omotenashi from the floor staff, turning a quiet meal into a highly curated event. Snag the indulgent truffle set or the delicate wagyu tartare on plum crackers, ring your private call bell, and let the feast begin. Just secure a booking first—savvy eaters snatch up these coveted seats weeks in advance.