"A shrinking violet Pochawa Grill is not. The tight-knit KBBQ spot on Wardour Street is luminous pink from the outside and neon-lit once you step in. Kaytranada pumps from the speakers and LA galbi sizzles from every chrome table’s grills. It’s inspired by pojangmachas in South Korea—stalls where you can eat, drink, and slur words with friends until the early hours—and it’s a fun interpretation. The banchan and BBQ platters are prepared and presented to a high standard and the only sound more constant than the bass is ice-cold bottles of Cass being cracked." - rianne shlebak, sinead cranna, jake missing, daisy meager