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Sushi, sake, and sports are served up at this spacious Second Avenue eatery. The dim interior skews to a clubby Asian style: River-stone walls, an occasionally functional waterfall, and pale-white birch trees that serve as dividers between the dark wood tables. At the long bar, everything’s glowing, including the counter, the backlit shelves lined with sake bottles, and the flat-screen TVs. Floor-to-ceiling glass accordion windows are a nice touch, though the crushingly dull Second Avenue view of two dry cleaners and a shoe repair is a downer. The sushi is fresh if unmemorable: The lobster roll, wrapped in pink soy paper, bulges with sweet slivers of lobster that pair well with the salty crunch of red tobiko. Of the heftier entrees, the seafood trumps the meats: Grilled duck breast tends towards dry, but the red snapper is moist and flaky, and studded with chunky pineapple. As the hour grows late, the sports volume goes up a notch, as do the hoots and hollers from the sake-swilling patrons. — AnneLise Sorensen

Lady lobster roll, $15; spicy tuna roll, $16