Oiji Board

Ninety degrees, eh?

Touché, spring.

Tou. F**king. Ché.

Let us slowly fan ourselves as veranda-bound Southerners do and learn of Oiji, a toothsome little Korean not-barbecue spot from some Gramercy Tavern and Bouley vets, freshly open in the East Village.

Assuming you’re sufficiently impressed, please behold its splendor via photographic likenesses of its food and quarters.

You know you want to.