A crazy eatery in this post earned itself the following shiny awards:
[Insert apology and excuse for a month’s absence from blogging.] And now we can move on.
One benefit of USC’s location is a proximity to K-Town, and its diversity of business, from restaurants to pharmacies to a store called, directly, “PUPPIES!!!” Not to make an awkward segue into eating, but our little group hopped in the car and headed to Hae Jang Chon Korean BBQ on 6th street.
Having arrived at around 5:30, we had to valet our car. In a strip mall. That should have been the first warning, but we sidled up and accepted our 30 minute wait.
Waiting 30 minutes when you haven’t eaten all day is bad. Waiting 30 minutes in front of a façade actively pumping out meat fumes is pretty much torture (but more on that smell later).
Finally, after much salivating and glaring at other parties, we were sat and my friend explained how it worked: you sit. They bring out little bowls of sides, and then you order massive bowls of raw meat. They throw it on a smoking hot plate in front of you, you cook it up, and shove that meat in your face to the point of explosion.