Waiting in line has never felt so enticing.
Some scroll, some chat, and others drift into daydreams, but at Woon the wait isn’t about the time, it’s about what to notice first.
The red sea of good fortune at the cashier stand.
The skylight spilling LA’s liquid gold across the dining room.
A long looming stretch of window panes with relics and antiques tucked in the foreground.
Woon is a dine-in space married to the eye’s gaze–an art piece filled with art pieces woven into a two-fold homage to the past.
The first is transmitted in silence waiting to be unwrapped.
Accent reds piled like an embarrassment of riches,
An ancient temple engulfed in green foliage cast across every ripe border,
Towering crimson closets crowned with antique vases aligned in a deliberate cadence to a budding tree.
Like entering a temple—foreign and mysterious, yet with a purpose so clear and unwavering,
Woon is a celebration, a preservation, a reverence for Chinese culture.
The second tale lives in the food.
A daily ritual preserved through recipes and endless storytelling,
Social media, interviews, blogs — outlets outside Woon’s four walls hold a neat story,
But in order to grasp what it all really means, dining in is a must.
From Mama Fong’s chewy and firm noodles tangled in sesame sauce,
Bacon ‘N Eggs arrive crispy and smoky. Crispy chicken wings snap with garlic, and agua fresca refreshes the palate.
Under the noon skylight, the dishes glow.
“The camera eats first,” they say– but in this instance, the sun took the first bite.
Illustrated by Rina Shin, Written by Jason Escobar