After galavanting across the high line, the crew readily retreated back into the cool climate that is 7s. Thanks to Leslie’s foresight, we were greeted by our very own sushi swami, who proceeded to school us in the “art” of sushi. Balance, form, elegance, she taught, must flow together within each offering (which was news to me considering I never get past the evangelical sauce on a Samurai Burrito…God’s gift to man.) But once you embraced the method, it became therapeutic, and we churned out some epic stuff for sushi noobs. Pictures after the break…