This Japanese spot in Redmond has unbelievably cracklly golden katsu. One whiff of the molten mozzarella pork katsu pockets swimming in tangy umami tomato sauce and all motor skills are lost—though not enough to stop us from ravaging the plate. The laid-back lantern-studded space is great for a solo mid-day lunch or dinner at the bar. Unlike its busy Capitol Hill outpost, you won't necessarily need to line up before they open to snag a table, but expect a wait at peak times—the kastu seems to have that effect on people.