
June 2026
The rice is red, and it is body temperature
Akazu is vinegar aged on sake lees. It stains the shari amber and carries the fat of the tuna. Colder than skin and the piece is dead.
Fourteen seats. One knife. Nine courses.
墨 is ink. 炭 is charcoal. In Japanese they are the same word, and at this counter they are the same act: the knife moves the way a brush moves, one stroke, made once, that cannot be taken back. The binchotan finishes what the blade begins.
Reserve a seat白炭 · 400°C · no flame
The fire is lit at five and it is not lit again. Three of the nine courses cross it, each of them once.
柳刃 · the knife
A yanagiba has a single bevel and the length of a forearm, and it is used in a single movement: drawn, never pushed. The face it leaves is polished, and a polished face holds its taste. Saw at a fish and it turns dull on the tongue.
That is the point, and it is also the risk. A blade and a brush agree on this: you get one pass. So the fish is aged four days to stand up to that pass, the rice is seasoned with red vinegar and held at body temperature, and each piece is eaten within a minute of being formed. Nothing on this menu survives waiting.
We sharpen every knife every day, on the same three stones, in the same order.

Omakase · nine courses · £145
先付
Chawanmushi, brown crab, a shred of yuzu peel. Served warm, before anything is cut.
お造り
Today's fish, aged four days, cut thick. Wasabi grated to order.
漬け
Lean bluefin, six minutes in soy. The first rice: body temperature, seasoned with red vinegar.
小肌
Gizzard shad, salted and vinegared this morning. The piece a sushi chef is judged on.
炙り
Chū-toro passed over the binchotan. Twelve seconds, and not one more.
雲丹
Hokkaido uni, heaped over rice, nori toasted at the counter. No soy.
穴子
Sea eel, simmered until it barely holds, then seared. Nitsume, brushed once.
玉子
Egg, prawn and mountain yam. An hour in a copper pan, over the lowest fire in the room.
水菓子
Black sesame ice, kuromitsu, roasted barley. The fire is out by now.










The counter · by the piece
If you have not booked the omakase, sit at the end of the counter and order piece by piece. Same fish, same rice, same knife.

To drink
Six of them, chosen to sit beside vinegared rice rather than shout over it. By the glass unless the list says flask.

There is no dining room in the usual sense. There is a counter, and there is the quiet around it. You sit facing the chef because the work is the show, and because a chef who has to look you in the eye cuts differently.
We do not take bookings for more than eight. We do not do a vegetarian omakase. We do not have a private room, a set lunch, or music above a murmur.
From the counter

June 2026
Akazu is vinegar aged on sake lees. It stains the shari amber and carries the fat of the tuna. Colder than skin and the piece is dead.

April 2026
Straight off the boat, bluefin tastes of nothing. Wrapped in paper and left alone, it learns to taste of itself.

February 2026
A chef who has to look you in the eye works differently. That is the entire argument for the counter.
Reservations
Two seatings: 18:00 and 20:45. The omakase is £145 a person and runs about two hours. We hold the counter for parties of one to eight.