This is not a place to come for the ambience, in which to linger over your meal and whisper sweet fuck-me’s into your Tinder date’s ear. (We’ve known crack dens that are more welcoming). So if it’s not for the blinding office lights or the air with a humidity of 95% grease, why is it rammed every night? And why did Kreuzbergers rejoice at news that Arirang was to open its second restaurant down the never-ending Reichenbergerstraße? Basically ‘cos this Korean is the real deal.
The main attraction at this cult establishment is undoubtedly the barbecued meat. Simply choose your animal and pray that you skipped lunch earlier—these do-it-yourself grills are as tasty as they are plentiful. The pork dumplings (fried) and seafood pancakes (deep fried) are two other star performers, with an array of free side dishes (kimchi, rice, pickles, etc.) trying in vain to beat back that future, totally-worth-it heart attack. Surprisingly, their bibimbap is a total non-event and should be skipped. Otherwise, get ready to feel the burn of authentic North Korea.