Our favorite sushi restaurant looks like close quarters but feels more like the little hidden jewel one would expect locals to direct you to in Japan. Feels like the working-class sushi restaurant who gets fresher seafood than the stuffy, quiet mortuaries the other places resemble. And no hard-pressed ice-cold little rocks like the groceries sell. This is fresh, friendly fare. Favorite sign on the window while the other strip-mall stores fade away: "We're not going anywhere!" Thanks, Kazu!