Smart and subtle New Yorker story by Weike Wang

Current New Yorker story is by a writer unknown to me, Weike Wang, winner of an award (PEN? Man Booker?) for his novel, Chemistry - and by evidence of this piece, Omakase (a chef's choice sushi dinner order), a talented and subtle writer. This story tells the seemingly simple tale of a 30-something man and his same-age partner - they've lived together for two years after a careful courtship, long-distance at first - as they go out for sushi dinner in a "hole in the wall" restaurant near where they live in a rapidly changing Harlem neighborhood. Over the course of the meal - they are the only patrons on the six-seat restaurant - they chat, or rather he chats, awkwardly, w/ the chef and the strained conversation - his probing too avidly to learn how long the chef has worked at this spot and how he left of lost his previous job, his too-eager guffaws at the chef's jokes, her icy silence until the chef (none of the characters is named, btw) makes a disparaging remark about the Chinese (she is Chinese-American, as we learn part way into the story) - reveals the cracks and fissures in their relationship. From the start, we learn, as they first dated via Skype, she worried that he liked her only because he maybe had a thing for Asian women (turns out not so). At the end, she counters the chef's remarks by stating that she is Chinese, which pretty much puts and end to the bonhomie of the evening. On exit, he tells her that she has to learn not to take everything so seriously. But that's who she is - different in many ways from him, a highly organized banker, whereas he is an artist and a potter and a bit of a food snob and know-it-all - and we can see that she's simmering and that it won't be long before the relationship collapses, though all of this is unstated, revealed though hints and silences.