So, of course, I lost the slip of paper on which I wrote down what I ate at Arami on Saturday. My photos are only somewhat helpful. Again, I went in thinking I'd order a few of the dishes mentioned upthread, but after a long day of choosing food for other people, all I wanted was to relinquish all decision-making for my own meal. So omakase I went.
On the first block, I got an uni shooter, spicy tako springroll and a "toro tartar bite."

The trio was pretty forgettable, but I did manage to eat everything without being poked in the eye by plant matter. I couldn't taste the uni. The greens in the springroll were very fresh and crisp but drowned out the tako. The toro, which the server extolled more than anything else during my visit, was rather dull.
Fortunately, the mackerel that came next made everything right.

Beyond sushi/sashimi, mackerel is my favorite fish--a holdover from my childhood, during which my mom fed me a lot of mackerel--and what I was served at Arami was a beautiful, delicious specimen. I was most happy to eat this as is--no soy.
Happy as I was, both photos and my memory after the mackerel grow hazy. Next, I know, was the seared hotate over unagi, a trio of mushrooms and white miso. This was an enjoyable warm dish. I could have done with less miso, but I quibble. Very nice sear to the scallop.

Seven or eight pieces of nigiri followed. I remember mainly the highlights. The red snapper topped with chives was the best I've ever had--pristine. I also really enjoyed the hamachi, I think, with pickled radish--again, very high-quality fish. Salmon with pickled garlic and wasabi leaf I liked, too--lovely aromatics and a gorgeous cut of fish. Visually, it somewhat reminded me of a candy cane with holly, but it wasn't over-constructed at all.

Fatty tuna with pickled Asian pear was an enjoyable sweet note toward the end of the meal. After I was all done, Chef sent out some lemon-ginger gelato on the house--neither very lemony or gingery but very smooth.
I have to admit that one reason Arami may have hooked me is that I have a weakness, of which I'm not exactly proud, for DJ Krush in urban sushi restaurants. I know it's a terrible cliché, but some edgier DJ Krush (all relative; I know he's not really edgy) was playing at the start of my meal. Some people like godzilla rolls filled with things like cream cheese, which I find obscene. I get turned on by sushi with trip hop that's more hip hop. I expressed my dismay to who I think may have been one of the Fujimura brothers, when, later in my meal, some remixed St. Germain shuffled on. He humored me by saying with a smile, "I gotta mix it up."
The food didn't change my life, but it was good. I'm looking forward to returning to Arami.