Sushi. It is our Wednesday night ritual. Kamei is a tiny place, probably a whole 10 tables. Calm, cozy and family-run, the service is swift and arrives with a smile every time, the owner's daughters delighting us with their ever-changing hair hues. Upon our table the staples soon arrive—hot green tea, lightly fried gyoza and a palette of delights: hamachi maki, dragon roll, nigiri, flourish of fresh ginger and dab of wasabi paste. For less than $40 (tip included), we eat like true kings.