The first challenge is finding the place. Scan your eyes the length of Isa's block of Steiner, and you could easily miss the narrow entranceway and colorful, though tiny, sign. Past a purple velvet curtain, diners are elbow to elbow in the white glow of suspended halogens. The claustrophobic among us can thread their way through the front room, past the open kitchen where chef Luke Sung is busy on the burners, and head for the less romantic, though comparably airy backyard patio. It's a yuppie vibe, of course, but don't get snobby.
Yuppies know how to eat.
Yuppies, presumably, also know how to share, because that's the deal at Isa. There are no courses on the menu, just a list of small to medium-sized plates where everyone gets a bite. It's unconventional, and it works. Two of us filled up on four. True to its size, Isa is not a bank-breaker.