There were palpable withdrawal symptoms among longtime devotees of this fresh-fish temple when the restaurant, housed for decades below Chinatown in a somewhat awkward configuration, shuttered for a few months to move toward West Campus. It appears that the crew moved everything into the spot that formerly housed Fino and all the regulars came along. The two rooms inside are boisterous; the intimate nooks are no more, but the spacious patio allows for breathing room. And the food reminds you why you fell in love in the first place: exquisite albacore sashimi enlivened with serrano soy dipping sauce, breathtakingly delicious bigeye tuna sushi, and uni that leaves you weak at the knees. Even the bento box, with bites of airy tempura and grilled salmon, was just as we recalled (we just ignored the dry strips of teriyaki chicken).