Clad in woods, decorated with bark, crisscrossed with dangling vines, Sol Bawoo is a profoundly good Korean restaurant concealed in the obscure and dinky Murray Hill district of Flushing. The interior resembles a rustic mountain retreat, and rows of metal hoods quicken the pulse with the promise of barbecue. Disappointingly, the fixture we spy in the middle of the table is natural gas, but when the waitress arrives bearing our first selectionthe inevitable well-marbled prime rib cut in ribbons, with the denuded bones displayed alongsideshe also balances a brazier heaped with irregular chunks of charcoal... More >>>
By photo: Tania Savayan
A neon cow isn't the only strange beast you'll encounter at Sol Bawoo.