Front row seats at Fuku are where it's at and I always aim for the same seat. I love to watch the smoke emanating from the tiny grill and the deft hands juggling the sticks like levers on a fire. There's something magical about the multiple sensations of taste, aroma and sight, the way he gazes and waits for the exact moment something is ready to serve. The interaction without the dialogue. The ritual. Fuku is all about the simple pleasures.