Inside Sake No Hana the ceiling is decked with geometric wood shapes, so it's like being inside a giant game of Jenga. The service is attentive and friendly, in a meek way. The punters are young and lively, and a bit Euroglitzy, shouting at one another in Italian one minute, toasting in mid-Atlantic English the next. The sashimi is the best I've ever had – especially the salmon, which was so rich and mellow it made all the other raw fish I've had in my life taste two-dimensional.
We kicked off with edamame beans (£3), and there was nothing wrong with those. My sashimi was two slices of salmon (£4.50), and two slices of yellowtail (£4.50), and that was good, too.