Even by New York standards it’s small and the tables are squished cheek by jowl. TheÂ uninspiredÂ decor is vaguely reminiscent of the Brady Bunch rec room. Service isÂ anything but fluid and the wait staff areÂ notoriouslyÂ difficultÂ toÂ understand. Still for lovers of sushi there are fewÂ meals that compare to one which involves the sublime wizardry of the blade-wielding shokunin at Sushi of Gari, unassumingly tucked away on an Upper East Side side street.Â Not just the most meticulousÂ kaiseki in town, it’s also – shhh! – the most reasonably priced, too – though you might not have a clue what it is you’re eating. Nevermind, it’s all so artfully done. And chopstick-licking delicious.