It's kinda hard not to have a love hate relationship with Korean bbq. I am down with pickles and spice, the frozen pieces of meat don't phase me and I am quite happy to cook my own meat and chop it up with communal scissors. It's just the aroma of smokey cooked meat that clings to your clothes, following you home like an awkward first date.
Bbq cologne aside, Tong 86 with its gritty warehouse interior is perfect for a group catch up. Sinking Korean beers, we ordered an assortment of meat and fired up the cooker. All eyes were on the pancake and pork belly, as we drowned each mouthful in kimchee.
A cheap and tasty farewell dinner for our fab friend Hannah. Complete with a fragrant little bonus.