I can’t think of another singular block in New York City where you can spend an entire night and not even make a dent in all the deliciousness it has to offer. The word delicious naturally evokes the notion of tastes and exotic foods, but K-town provides so much more. Delicious describes it all. It’s an attack on all the senses. An adult carnival of bright neon lights, spicy scents and the faint wailing of karaoke bliss fill this strip of concrete on 32nd and 5th.
In a city that never sleeps, K-town is on a whole other level. 24/7 is a real thing here. Because of this, the evening started at midnight, naturally. First up, food. Food is a given in K-town but Korean BBQ is cliché (although delicious) so we decided to go a bit off the beaten path.
Bangia hit the spot. Sure we had to wait 45 minutes for a table (even around midnight) but they made up for it with some lychee soju. Now, I want you to close your eyes and picture what lychee soju looks like. I can guarantee you’re thinking of a clear, sake-like substance that’s clouded by some lychee juice with one lychee fruit floating down to the bottom. WRONG. This soju, although clouded with lychee juice is served with a goblet of lychee fruit on the side. Lychee fruit for all!
We happily knocked back our drinks while watching Korean hip hop videos on multiple screens. At this point, greasy, starchy food was a must. So we welcomed being whisked to the back where we inhaled seafood pancakes and fried rice with mozzarella cheese. The food was good. Not great but it hit the spot.
As we recalibrated, AKA sobered up, we moved on to the next spot. Karaoke was next on the list but cocktails were necessary in order to get me to sing Use Me by Bill Withers. I have an idea: more soju. This time, you can keep the lychees. For 40 bucks you can sing your heart out in a private room for an hour at Maru. Do it. It’s worth it. And let’s be honest, you’d spend that on two hipster conscious whiskey cocktails finished off with the tears of babes or something.
The dispenser with wasabi peas at the bar and the egg you get as an appetizer at Bangia.
We didn’t make it to the infamous K-Town spas. We will meet again!
Realizing your boyfriend really, really cannot sing.