The catch, as it lands.
A card that moves with the market, a grill running on charcoal, and a short list of sake chosen to sit beside it.
Ten seats, no menu.
12 courses, two seatings a night, passed across the counter one piece at a time.
Audrey Avenue, after dark.
Book a seat, find the door, or ask about taking the room for the night.
Named for a star.
The third one in the family, after a little star in Italian and a star in French.
The counter, the fish and the evenings at 34 Audrey Avenue.
