A shrinking violet Pochawa Grill is not. The tight-knit Korean BBQ spot on Wardour Street in Chinatown 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, though it’s only open until 11pm, 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 that of ice-cold bottles of Cass being cracked.