Wait, this isn't a Korean restaurant? I don't even know why I thought that for months walking past it, but it's probably the rounded letters?
Anyway, it's a wrap place--Mediterranean style. The wraps are the size of prize-winning fat baby arms. They're huge. They're what you get when your afternoon gym plans are never going to materialize. You get them when you brought sad leftovers and can't bring yourself to eat them. Yes, the place is polished in the way most falafel/shawarma sellers are not, but small things like quality, consistency, and ease make it a no-brainer when you just want to eat a giant wrap and ignore the mounting pile of work to-dos.