Last week, it was all about the Impossibly Romantic Gesture.

Those Book of Mormon tickets. That helicopter ride. The... matching tattoos. (Already regretting that one.)

But this week, it’s back to the Not So Impossibly Romantic Gesture. Some nice sushi should do it.

Here’s the place: Tanuki, a tiny sushi joint filled with fresh sushi, grilled meats and fried ice cream, now open.

The chef here comes from Indie Café, that Edgewater gem. He’s turned the former Chicago’s Pizza space into someplace a little rustic (barn-wood walls, mason-jar water glasses), a little industrial (corrugated metal on the three-seat sushi bar) and a little contemporary (tufted-leather banquettes). Key word: little. This is one tiny joint.

You could bring along your favorite sake and spend your night getting adventurous with appetizers like fiery Asian Escargot or shrimp ravioli. There are traditional rolls, but the nigiri here is dressed up with things like avocado cream or mozzarella cheese.

But take a look out your window... yes, “yucky” is an allowable term today. Another idea: order in and get romantic. In fact, their maki comes with names like Devil 666, Sex on North Beach and Climax. Your other half will get the point.

To sum up: you’re ordering in.