There's not much appealing about the modern Penn Station. But I am sort of strangely charmed by the oddball assortment of indy businesses that have found a home in the seedy bowels of that transit hub.
Of all the wordplays on the word tie, Tiecoon has got to be the worst, the corniest. Which, of course, makes it awesome.
The dumbest dope off the train knows instinctually that there's nothing elegant about Penn Station. So it's absurd that any shop in the terminal should called itself Elegance. Furtherly absurd that they should give the word two unnecessary accents. (Try saying the word obeying both accents. Just try.)
Again, here, the shop owner does not seem to have taken into account the reputation of Penn Station. The words Penn and Sushi do not add up to an appetizing combination.