This place is essentially unmarked from the street, tucked into a tiny, cramped food court, next to a cell-phone store. There's only a handful of seats, and the tableware is all plastic and styrofoam. But the sushi is fresh and affordable, and service is personable. It's hard to beat.
We lament the styrofoam, but we appreciate that it is being reused as artwork – offering an unintended commentary on our disposable culture.