About a week ago Shiki Kitchen, the sushi place on 1st Avenue between 8th and 9th, shuttered for good.
The pizza guy next door confirms, "They're gone." The interior is being pulled apart and there's a note on the door, courtesy of "Everybody at Juicy Lucy"--"Good luck," it says, "We will miss you Shiki!"
Last summer, they were closed by the Department of Health, but managed to open again. This time, the permanent closure may have more to do with the owner's health. Chef Shiki, a former boxer and resident of Brazil, was a warm and friendly guy. If you went in there once, he recognized you the second time around and greeted you with a big hello.
When he wasn't cutting sushi, he was carving intricate creatures and human figures out of paper. These artworks hung all over the restaurant--from strings dangling from the ceiling, on shelves, walls, everywhere you looked. You could buy them and take them home.
He made Ninjas--
--with butterflies on their sleeves--
--and an occasional Roman soldier, among many, many other things.
Each figure is amazingly cut and folded from a single piece of paper. These three remain with me. Where did the rest of them go?