You notice the wood-fire aroma the moment you walk into the new Inka Grill in Costa Mesa. It’s a campfire kind of smell, the sweet scent of carbon feeding the flames that crackle at the back of an open-ended rotisserie oven. You realize the smokiness is going to stick with you—on your clothes, in your hair—but you don’t mind. If it does this to you, think of what it’s doing to the chicken you... More >>>