Kura

Norihiro Ishizuka’s snug little operation on the western edge of Tompkins Square Park is a throwback to the peaceful, relatively democratic, not-so-distant days before $300 menus and packs of verbose, Billions–watching sushi bros invaded the upper echelons of the city’s sushi scene. The atmosphere is cheerful and unhurried, the menu is nicely sourced (sea scallops tipped with yuzu, silvery slices of jack fish and sardines, four different grades of tuna), and it’s one of the last neighborly-feeling sushi establishments where the prices aren’t officially insane.