It’s hard to say if Tapatini’s owner Jordan Cappolla should be commended for bringing sleek style and superior sushi to a neighborhood where it was previously impossible to get a decent raw fish fix, or if he should get 80 lashes with a wet noodle for everything else on the menu at Jordan’s 8.

The white leather banquette that stretches the length of the downstairs of the former World Cuisine is elegant (though some friends counted it sterile and much preferred the groovy orange-and-red textured seating upstairs or the second-floor deck with a Washington Monument view.) While the service is surprisingly solid and décor is over all sleek and modern (minus the giant industrial fans no one seemed able to explain to me), the finesse stops there. One look at the schizoid menu should have tipped me off.

Half steak house, half sushi bar, Jordan’s 8 is only doing one well.