You really need to be a sushi aficionado to appreciate this desert outpost of the much-hyped and highly-acclaimed Manhattan dining spot. The decor is a carbon copy of the NYC original, and there's no denying that the space is a stunning setting for dinner. My friends raved about their raw selections but, just as in Tribeca, I was unimpressed by my cooked entree, here a filet of whitefish marinated in garlic, chives, and ginger and seared in hot olive oil. Fortunately, Asian pear bread pudding, with ginger ice cream and brandy-infused caramel sauce, ended the evening on a high note. Very expensive, so keep your fingers crossed that the cards are kind later in the night.