Mushu

Mushu is one of those rare spots where the simplicity of the concept really shines. Located in a narrow, oblong space that used to be a Vietnamese-Thai restaurant, they've transformed it into a warm, intimate yakitori counter where you sit shoulder-to-shoulder with locals and watch the grills work their magic. The atmosphere is dimly lit and cozy, though be warned: when it's packed, you might find yourself elbowing your neighbor (or worse, their chin). There are no reservations, so come early if you want a seat.

The food is where Mushu truly earns its reputation. The charcoal grills behind the counter are constantly smoking, and the yakitori skewers are absolutely off the charts. The negima with ultra-tender chicken thigh, scallion chunks, and kalamansi sauce is a must-try, as is the tskukune with minced chicken, ginger, and that addictive garlic-yolk mayo. The shake salmon skewer is cooked perfectly—still slightly raw in the center, just how it should be. Even the miso soup is surprisingly good, a far cry from the watery versions you get elsewhere. Yes, you'll smell like grilled meat when you leave, but that's part of the experience. Just don't come expecting a quiet dinner; this is a place to eat well, fast, and with character.