To this day I am still perplexed by this chain of Korean restaurants. My first underwhelming experience was at their basement location in Chinatown so going in I wasn't exactly too thrilled. However on this night the choice wasn't mine and on this night the weather was just too damn good to stay indoors. It's certainly a bittersweet moment to realize that these guys have the most inviting patio on the strip yet probably the worst Korean food nearby as well.
Where do I start? Is it that somehow tasteless fall-off-the-bone pork bone soup? Or that one dimensional (just spicy) broth? Maybe it's the mediocre frozen/fresh dumplings in that regrettable broth. No, it's not any of the above. Surprisingly it's the humble grain that feeds billions around the world; the lowly rice. The way the rice was cooked sent chills down my spine. It was so atrociously bastardize that even that women(I read about) who had just recovered from a 16 year hunger strike (god bless her) would politely decline this offering. Even the mice and cockroaches will probably go on a hunger strike of their own at the site of this. Our Asian ancestors are probably be rolling in their graves right about now. Mushy, wet, sticky, yellow and somehow burnt at the same time.