I love K Rd. It's the beating heart of the inner city, most of the rest of which often seems to me like a well-dressed corpse - pretty, but lifeless. Every time I find myself on that street, I say a little prayer that progress will leave it alone or at least touch it lightly.
Peach Pit, which is barely 18 months old, is very K Rd. I don't much care for the name. Hipper people than I - which means pretty much anyone breathing - tell me it is a reference to Beverly Hills 90210, which was not very K Rd at all when I last looked.
I was also puzzled by the fact that neither its website nor its Facebook page has a current menu. Are the clientele so hip (my companion and I lowered the cool factor by several orders of magnitude as soon as we walked in) that even though they live online, they order food by saying, "Like, whatever" and the waitress brings, like, whatever?
Well, I have to say I liked what she brought, which, I hasten to add, we specifically ordered. The food style is difficult to classify: there are recurring Korean notes with a hippie vego thing going on, too, although if you don't like Korean food and have horrible memories of soybean patties, you shouldn't be discouraged.
