serves up the kind of new-restaurant energy LA has been craving. That salivating buzz in the air, the gloat of actually getting a table, the room humming with people who all know they’re lucky to be there. The Korean food hits that (rare) sweet spot between comforting and exacting—kimchi pancakes, umami salads, crudo, all so good it makes you pause mid-conversation. Dinner al fresco last night was unseasonably warm, and everything felt spring-fresh: new place, new flavors, new short-sleeved outfits—including mine, above: red (!) jeans, a ($15!!!!), this and this , these flip flops, and this , which I conveniently buttoned up later when the temperature cooled down. (This one by is similar and way less expensive). I’m ready to bust out more spring freshness, including the lace blouse (I bought a large!), leather , and ($59 for NYFW!), these , this in the most perfect hue, and this !