Description
Izakaya Ku may be the youngest izakaya on Brookhurst street, but on weekend nights, the two center tables will be monopolized by boisterous Japanese parties hoisting sake cups in never-ending toasts, cheering at the top of their lungs, and becoming more raucous with each successive round of shots. In between, they’ll slurp motsunabe, a hearty camp-stove-heated stew topped with a bundle of chives and simmering with spicy miso, cabbage and rubbery, fat-rimmed beef intestines that you need to be a little tipsy to eat. Large quantities of kushiyaki will also be ordered, sticks of meat roasted by a smoky robata grill tended to by a squinting man standing behind a glass booth.
