Sushi in Arizona that tastes like real fish. Not that I would know, but it seems pretty authentic, and I've certainly had my fair share of raw baddies.
Squid Ink seems really hip and the young wait staff might enforce that opinion, but I haven't felt more comfortable watching college football in a restaurant that didn't have pitchforks on the walls in a long time.
The seating arrangements are a little goofy, but doable. Like most sushi places if you're a group of two, you should sit at the bar.
The prices are certainly reasonable (some might say you're almost stealing it, considering the abysmal quality of many sushi joints here, which pop up like Subways or McDonalds now.) for what you get.
They also have fresh ground wasabi available, which is a continued rarity. Good stuff. Go for the happy hour, stay because you got drunk and need more salmon.