If you want a break from Chicago's big muscle seduction, go to the Ginza. A tiny restaurant with attentive service. The only non-Japanese in the place, I sat at the sushi bar and was treated as if all East-West relations depended on my approval. The chef's sushi combination is worth the price. I read my book well after the meal was finished, but only got the bill when (and exactly when) I looked around, ready to leave.
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