An evening at the Crazy Fish Sushi Bar: A lonely geezer courts the boss, an eye-catching sex blogger draws all the attention, a Japanese-Swiss family chews through a cultural conflict, and a restaurant critic painstakingly ogles each piece of food. Amid these episodes, Tobikomaki, a California roll, silently turns its laps on the conveyor belt. Its highest of existential highs is to be eaten.
—Ulf Kjell Gür