There was a distinct contrast between the migraine-inducing scene at High Park and similar recreational regions.
The appearance was a minor concern for me, since I could happily snap away at peace without any background, or foreground, intrusions.
I did not sample the Spicy Scallop Ura maki and therefore cannot comment in regards to taste. Purely based on distant observation, the scallops were translucent with a hint of shininess, indicating succulent qualities. The coating of black and white sesame seeds also served to boost visual appeal (and presumably enhance textural diversity).
Perhaps it may sound ignorant, though I was able to enjoy each and every component of the dish without possessing complete knowledge of the species I was consuming.
Some elements were typically served raw, yet there were a select few that had been torched to enhance umami (read: delectableness)
Tamago was sweet and silky without any hint of prolonged pan exposure. Maguro oozed with freshness, essentially dissolving in one's mouth upon contact in spite of its low fat content. Sake was, more or less, the same variety utilized in the à la carte orders of Salmon Sashimi and thus a few notches below expectations for chirashi standard.
It was amazing to observe the arrangement of the specimens, for moving clockwise along the circumference of the bowl from the 12 o'clock point enabled patrons to sample varying species from least- to most-embellished.
To guests without such background knowledge, these pickled pieces served as sturdy palette cleansers between munches. The yellow ginger, though, was less impressive as it emerged spicier than tart.
Personally, the proportion of sauce to stuffing in this particular creation was a tad overwhelming for my palette: the fiery kick masked the flavours of the individual ingredients in their entirety. Admittedly, the addition of asparagus was an unexpected twist - half chewy and half crunchy. However, it was regrettable that little could be tasted of the garden vegetable, or the other constituents for that matter. It was initially interesting ideal whose profile languished from sauce overload.
For a similar, tasteir platter, I'd much prefer feedthebear's recommendation of Roll N Bowl, or even my personal, extra-versatile favourite.
The stalls themselves were pristine and free from clutter; the paper towel basket was observed to be disposed of at regular intervals. Facilities were new and flushing capabilities were sufficient. The only aspect that puzzled me was the hand soap that smelled strangely cologne-like.
Service was attentive, but not intrusive. The lady who tended to our table was amiable and had no qualms whatsoever about providing additional details on the menu or restaurant's operating manners.