I cannot think of another place in Toronto which offers the intimacy and theatre of Yasu. Watching the chefs create each piece of sushi is almost hypnotic with the elegance of their seemingly coordinated movements.
As someone who often uses sushi as a vehicle for a shocking amount of wasabi, the delicateness of each piece really enabled me to appreciate the flavour subtleties of each piece of fish.
We were exposed to new fish, the jack fish and cod sperm (forget the real name, but that is what it is) we're the most memorable.
Service is good, not overly polished but that was fine.
The black sesame ice cream at the end was fantastic.
We ordered a bottle of wine but probably wouldn't bother if we went again, I didn't find the sushi enhanced by it in any way