The Night Before

The night before departure, my friends and I had a nice little sit down dinner.
My friend put me on this Korean BBQ joint in the avenues, a nice hole in the wall.
They have regular sit down tables, but they also have larger tables with a custom grill in the middle so you can cook your food. With everyone being high-spirited and awaiting the mini-vacay ahead of us, we opted to cook our own food.



**side note: If I'm going to pay top dollar, someone better cook that shit for me. But Korean BBQ and Japanese Shabu Shabu are foods I will make an exception to cooking myself in a restaurant.**


I forgot if we had spare or short ribs, but other than that we had the chicken and my personal favorite, BULGOGI. Or is it Bul-Go-Gi? I duno, I'm not too familiar with the Korean language.


The upside is the food is crackin, and it appears to be a healthier meal than something deep fried or similar to that nature. Cooking it yourself might actually do something psychologically to make your food taste better, but either way, it's a fun experience to share with other people. They also give you a whole assortment of extra giblets to eat on the side with your food. I wasn't very fond of many of them, but I'm sure a lot of people love em.

I hate to say anything negative about such a nice place, but there is a downside. A common issue, not only with this restaurant but many others where u cook your own food, is that when you leave the place, you'll probably carry the smell of whatever you cooked and ate that night. It'll be on you AND your clothes. So my recommendation: if you plan on going out that evening, change first! Or at least change your shirt or your top or take off your sweater. Being that dude in the club that smells like food isn't the best look one could have.


Aftermath
Here it is suckas... go find it.



- Raw