From the facade of streets just outside the building, one would little suspect that it housed the tiny 18 seater (I approximated) that whipped out exquisite Japanese cuisine at a price point that would put shame to similarly typed establishments back home.
And there was a pretty textured paper place mat that denoted the season.
I liked the food. I was pretty sure that the pan fried A5 wagyu and fat laced toro slices, both of which were sweet and buttery swerved me towards a generally favorable disposition. I would have been remiss if I had not mentioned, that the largest hunk of floral uni which was the length from the tip of my thumb to the base helped to that as well. I am sometimes, that easily made happy.
The rest of the items were so so, but the flavors were clean and precise. The fruit served at the end were surprisingly aromatic slices of apple of a balanced sweetness. Best damn apple I've ever had.