The izakaya was never meant to be this slick. In Japan, it’s the after-hours refuge for office drones—low-key, no-frills, and dimly lit enough to disappear into. But in Delhi-NCR, it’s been rebranded as the city’s latest lifestyle flex, where moody lighting meets crafted chaos, and every plate is made for the ’gram. Whether it’s Call Me Ten in Vasant Vihar or Ebisu on Golf Course Road, Delhi-NCR’s izakaya wave is ditching sushi boats and quiet luxury. Think fire-kissed bites, high-energy rooms, and a heady shot of Tokyo after dark.
Kioki, in Gurugram’s 32nd Avenue, is the latest entrant to the city’s izakaya scene. It joins 32nd’s curated roster that includes the likes of Pastiche and The Monk. While the others embrace elegance and restraint, Kioki throws the rulebook into the robata fire and turns on the drama.
As you step inside, a sculptural stone piece—inspired by lava rock—glows like embers, an ode to the robata grill that anchors Kioki. The 70-cover space is dark, dim, and undeniably sexy—layered with reclaimed wood, shipwrecked timber, and surfaces shaped by natural ageing. You are wrapped in shadows, inky hues, flickering flames, and the slow, seductive curl of smoke rising from the robata.