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| - The Korean BBQ myth has been built up quite remarkably in my life. It seems that whenever anyone I know (usually a group of people) invites me out for this mysterious phenomenon, there is always a reason I can't attend. This has happened probably close to a dozen times.
So, I finally took matters into my own hands. And that is a good start for the Korean Grill House, because a lot is in your own hands. Like, raw meat. And cooking it. An interesting and (as my parents would say) million-dollar idea that is just crazy enough to work, like crazy ($).
I left ordering up to my seasoned dinner companions, who ordered the all-you-can-eat meat extravaganza (they also happen to be 2 of the best cooks I know, so I was regrettably, a little lazy when grillin' time began). Though I was freaked out at first by fishy component of this deal, I soon calmed down when I realized that I could have as much beef and chicken as I wanted. I also think it was a good exercise in defeating my panicky, cross-contamination-concerned, will-the-blood-get-on-my-plate tendencies, because by the end of it I wasn't even thinking about the chicken touching the beef on the grill...but I was wondering if the waitress felt the same way at first about carrying all that stuff around.
And for all the perceived tininess of the dishes, getting your favourites brought back again and again surely fills one up quite effectively. Free-flowing Coca-Cola was also nice, and did I mention how tasty the meat itself was? 'Twas.
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