step into the alley.
Pull up a chair—we’re serving nostalgia with no filter. From the tacky tarps to the hand-built tables, experience the electric warmth of the street and the memories of laughter, reimagined with heart just for you.
A Love Letter to the Street.
When I close my eyes, I’m back in those neon-lit alleys. I can hear the laughter rising with the steam and the clink of glasses between strangers who just met. Working in those pocha stalls was the happiest time of my life—the raw energy, the unpretentious warmth, and that rare feeling of truly belonging somewhere.
There isn't a single inch of Pocha Street that my hands haven't touched. From the floor to the hand-built tables and the tacky orange tarps, I’ve worked to bring that exact memory to life inside these four walls. This isn't just a Korean pub; it’s a personal mission to welcome the forgotten and make you smile before your first bite.
My only wish is for this to be the place where you create the memories you’ll share with your loved ones for years to come.
-Korea Kim