This is a continuation of missing New York sushi week.  The list would be incomplete without Tomoe Sushi (at 172 Houston Street).  When visiting, I hit this joint circa lunchtime with AKP for some serious fish.  The sashimi melts in your mouth and the sushi rolls are so soft; they almost disintegrate.  The house made soy sauce is divine and it’s been such a holy experience of food sometimes (this is hard to believe) I cannot even talk.  Yes, silence falls upon me.  Tomoe is my church of food.  Bring cash or your AMEX and your good to go; plus the tables are close to one another for optimal eaves dropping.