Down a set of stairs on Baldwin Street, past the neon of Chinatown and into a room that runs on dim light and low music — Tiger Den is a Korean-leaning small-plates bar built for the after-work crowd, the solo diner nursing a cocktail, and the friends who came for one round and stayed for four.

The kitchen sends out plates meant to be shared and stolen from — fried chicken finished with watermelon radish, gochujang-slicked fries under a snowfall of cheese, banchan-style pickles, cold carpaccio for the table. The bar mixes for the long haul: hard liquor, cocktails, cold beer, coffee for the ones who need to slow down. Late-night food is the point.

A cozy, trendy den for cocktails and small plates — the kind of place you meet a friend at nine and lose the plot by midnight. — The Room Itself