Disappointed Gourmand. It sounds like a name that I should have included in this post. But the point of this post is not to come up with a better name for this blog. Rather it is my chance to share my disappointment in a couple of meals.
Yesterday afternoon I headed off to enjoy a meal at what appeared to be a cool restaurant in Koreatown. My lunch partners and I were the only three white guys in there. The rest of the customers were all of various Asian nationalities, yes Jimmy, there is a difference.
Anyway, whenever I go out for some sort of ethnic meal I pay attention to the clientÃ¨le. I consider it to be a good sign when it is populated by members of the tribe of whatever sort of cuisine I am eating. In this particular situation my metric failed to protect me from a thoroughly unsatisfying meal.
The menu was really very limited, especially for me. You see it was written in Korean and as of yesterday I still hadn’t learned how to read or speak it very well. Fortunately there were pictures so I was able to order off of the old point and grunt method. It is something that I learned from the Shmata Queen, the old point and grunt thing. If you have ever spent time with her in the morning you know exactly what I am talking about.
Anyway, I ordered some sort of noodle dish. It wasn’t my first choice. My first choice was to get some sort of steak, but as they didn’t offer meat, at least none that I could identify I played it safe.
A short time later my meal comes. It is a bowl of noodles. Stacked on top of the noodles are shredded cucumbers and an egg. The waiter told me that the noodles were spicy. That is ok with me, I like spicy. But the truth is that these weren’t all that spicy,or all that tasty.
Lack of taste is never a good recipe. Unfortunately I was quite short on time so I had to deal with the meal as best I could. I can’t speak for anyone else, but I really hate paying for meal that leaves me feeling bleah.
Today I was again jammed for time so I headed off to a place that I had been before. I played it safe and ordered a turkey sandwich. Somehow these yokels messed it up and turned it into some sort of sandwich nightmare. Had you been with me you would have heard me say &#$U&*^I*($%&#$Y$Y^ and &$& jackasses!
That’s two days in a row that I have paid to be disappointed in my meal. On a side note it reminds me of a guy I used to know. You can him Jim.
Jim used to tell me that he never spent good money on a woman until after they had spent the night with him. Actually that is not how he said it, but it is probably safer for me not to use his exact words. I don’t suppose that I have to tell you that I never double dated with Jim or that he and I somehow managed to lose touch with him.