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My experience with Korean
food is pretty much limited to smelling the kim chi breathe of my
high-school friend's grandmother. I recall them burying jars filled
with bean curd and cabbage in the back yard, and passing it off as
sanitary and normal. Who the hell knew what was in the groundwater
in East Los Angeles where they lived? This deluded family aside, I
was excited to try out my first real Korean grub experience. The only
real challenges, food wise, were the appetizers, which consisted of
all sorts of pickled, hot and spicy, and briny delights. The one thing
that freaked people out were the tiny fish (about the size of a grain
of rice), which were served whole and what can only be described as
candied. I was popping them like sweet tarts, but most stared at them
like they were being served little candied fish--unfortunately, the
fish stared right back with their dead little eyes. The main course
was tasty barbeque beef cooked right at your table. The place itself
is a double-decker mass of humanity, with tight tables and hustling
waiters. There is some giant rock structure in the front, which we
can only assume, is supposed to be a waterfall, but for whatever reason,
it was turned off the night we were there. The surrounding neighborhood
leaves much to be desired, but this loud space is a fun place to bring
a crowd of out-of-towners if you want to give them something different
than their usual dinner at Chili's. [MF]
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