Hankki London China Town

You're sat at a table with a built-in grill, chopsticks in hand, watching marbled beef sizzle inches from your face. This is what Hankki does best: gives you control of the cook, the theatre of it all, and the satisfaction of eating something you've literally just charred yourself. It's chaos in the best way—smoke billowing, side dishes multiplying, everyone at your table suddenly invested in getting the doneness exactly right. The room buzzes with that particular energy of Soho on a Friday night, but somehow Hankki manages to feel less touristy and more genuine than most places on Wardour Street.