When those of us who have been to Japan come together, the chatter praise dominates of how even a small corner restaurant can have so much finesse in their cooking. Often a bowl of ramen on the street with only 5 seats can be heaven in a bowl, something I still vividly remember today. The sushi counters are busy with loud yet warm greetings of welcome whenever someone enters, each piece is then freshly pressed and carefully presented like a delicacy, the flavour then forms an unbeatable piece of memory. In London, only a few places can bring such fond memories back. For sushi counter, Tetsu at Clerkernwell comes pretty close and you are encouraged to eat sushi with your fingers than chopsticks. The new Shiori, which moved from its original location in Euston is also every bit of Japan that I remember.