A sleek house of worship for those whose god clucks, pecks and tastes delicious grilled. The menu that travels beyond breast, leg and chicken meatballs to the outer limits of kidney and undeveloped eggs. The setting for this bird worship is a reverent U-shaped bar where all seats look on to the pulpit, a thin charcoal grill. Unlike your average yakitori, which is cramped, smoky and noisy, and everyone is just a little bit drunk, the atmosphere here is more prim and proper.