Sushi Yata popped up south of the river in Monnaka. I went there and got really excited, because I thought it was reasonably-priced, sorta creative, and really delicious. Over time, I came to feel like the master was weird, uncomfortably so, and that he had a solid habit of feeding me things I hadn't asked for, and charging for them.
Well, when we went in to Narita tonight, we had a creative starter of okra in crab brain sauce...
Except that when we got the bill, there wasn't much question that we paid for every last drop.