The other day I visited Aiji, a fine sushi restaurant in a remodeled family house in the Chaya District of Kazue-machi. I went up a narrow, steep staircase to find four seats at the counter and a couple of tables. It was a hideaway sushi bar! The lighting was low, but I could clearly see every move the chef made. A memorable sushi restaurant must be an enchanted world of deep mystery, a place that combines food preparation with artistry and performance. But such places are few. I was reminded of this when a gentleman from Higashiyama introduced me to this special hideaway.