K-town’s underground tapas scene is like visiting the future – if, in the future, everyone speaks Korean and hangs out in hazy dive bars known for spicy late night kimchi and ass-flooring dragon juice.
Straight out from some steampunk chapter of Bladerunner’s Los Angeles, DGM (Korean for “Back Alley”) is the kind of dig where you can share a pitcher of beer, smoke a cigarette (yes, you can smoke there) and wait for your memory-dealer to show up with a mechanized stripper with a fake snake. Or not.
