![]() The narrow, beige-y space seats about a dozen, mostly at the counter, with a few tables by the big sidewalk-facing windows. The omakase spot debuted in the former Tiny’s Giant Sandwich Shop on Rivington Street in August. Several months later, Kaki opened on the Lower East Side, granting me those wishes three. I made a few good-faith suggestions, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the paucity of obvious options. But identifying a sushi restaurant in Manhattan with explicit baseline fun absent any X factors-a place approximating the promise of a Rainforest Cafe or Benihana or pseudo speakeasy -was a rattling challenge. Just as most places can feel romantic under the right circumstances, almost anywhere can end up fun when the stars align. It had to be sushi, which couldn’t be easier. About a year ago, a colleague messaged me asking for a restaurant recommendation. ![]()
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