Sushi Taro

Unassuming Shinto temple nestled above a corner drug store gets extreme makeover. New Tokyo chic replaces genuine slice of old Osaka:  sleek row of wood-panelled booths, tiny tables that cater to predominantly Japanese clientele. English as a second language to unbending sushi standard.  Dedication to authenticity costs a packet—pretty little sushi flown fresh daily from the land of the rising sun.  Gathering place for local think tank thinkers, homesick Yakuza.