It has been two days since you digested the equivalent of three meals' worth of meat in one sitting at All That Barbecue in Irvine. It took several showers to get the Korean-barbecue smell completely out of your hair. But now you miss that you can't run your fingers through your scalp to get one last whiff of that meal—one that gave you a primal sense of satisfaction no other in recent memory has. Nothing, not even Brazilian churrasco or a carne asada Sunday, matches the thrill of plucking a still-rippling piece of Korean-barbecue meat from the hot grates, popping it directly in your mouth and feeling the surge of melted fat gushing from its pores as you bite. Every morsel is a head rush, tapping a hidden pleasure center in your brain and reaffirming why... More >>>