There's a long, narrow, blond-wood bar, a few tables and, on the wall, giant images of multi-culti yakitori-eaters wielding meat on a stick and baring their teeth. So although there's sushi to be had here, it's obvious that the yakitori is the point. From a perch at the bar, you can watch your choice of foodstuff get jammed on a stick, grilled or fried, and then zapped to crispiness with a torch. There's nothing funky going on;no chicken sternum or ovaries;but there are 16 different options, ranging from Japanese sausage to fried fish ball to bacon/scallop to chicken wing. Although the bacon-wrapped scallop option features mere scraps of the mollusks, the bouncy squid balls are pleasant and mild, and the rice stick;a kind of corn-dog shaped rice ball;is crispy on the outside like the good bits at the bottom of a bi bim bap bowl.