Ordering sake can be slightly traumatic, which I forget until the server is looking at me expectantly. Kurosawa Junmai is a reliable choice, but when it's not on the menu, and there's not a "house" sake, all bets are off.
There are all those confusing classifications of sake, and variations within those. They mean something, but like the characters of Japanese writing, it's a mystery. And that doesn't even begin to address the different breweries.
Last time I got "sak'd," at Sushi Yobi on Demonbreun, I picked the one with the best name: Zipang. Gekkeiken Zipang.
What a name! There's the crispy crunch of Gekkeiken and the fizz-bang of Zipang. Gekkeiken! Zipang! How couldn't a sake live up to that onomatopoeic name? Not since Pink Panty Pulldowns has there been such a good name for alcohol.
The Zipang was a little sweet, but worth ordering again, just to say the name.
Zipang happened to be a lucky guess in a fraught field, but seriously, what's a good, widely available dry sake?