Adrian F.
Google
Been coming here since I was a kid, back when Koreatown still felt a little rough around the edges and you could smell the grill before you even saw the sign. They’ve been feeding me my whole life—no frills, no gimmicks, just the kind of food that earns its place on your personal map of the city.
The Thai tea still comes cold and sweet enough to cut through L.A.’s stickiest summer afternoons. The satay—juicy, charred, and unapologetically rich—still tastes like it did when I was ten years old, watching my dad pick apart a steaming bowl of Seven Seas soup like it was his private ritual. Pad Thai? Always a knockout. Sweet, savory, tangy, with just enough fire to remind you this isn’t your average neighborhood takeout.
It’s the kind of place you measure time by—not in years, but in meals. A Koreatown staple that doesn’t just feed you, it becomes part of your story. Four stars only because perfection leaves no room for nostalgia, and here, the nostalgia is half the flavor.