Eating Our Heart Out!

Posted on October 6, 2013

October 5th! Me and my girl always celebrate the 5th of every month as our monthsary. Only in little ways though, we don’t want to outdo ourselves. How else could we ever make the once-a-year anniversary “special” then?

We always resort to celebrating that personally romantic date with food; be it a homemade candlelit dinner or with a reservation in a somewhat-fancy restaurant somewhere. And for this month, we decided to stop by one of the largest shopping malls in Japan to satisfy our craving:

ALL YOU CAN EAT KOREAN FOOD!

Being a spicy-food lover that I am, I was all up for it. Good thing I have taught my girl the joys of Korean cuisine, that even she craves for them… sometimes. She’s not really a spice girl you see.

Oh the chewy and rich texture of tteokbokki with its white tubes in a creamy yet spicy red sauce, the cracked sizzling iron pot filled with spicy sundubu jjigae tofu soup (I’m allergic to shellfish but who cares!), and another cracked sizzling black bowl this time filled with a spicy chicken rice dak galbi with cheese! Add to that the plate after plate of other spicy Korean dishes that I do not know the name of… except kimchi.

The time spent between gulping water and retrieving for some more could’ve been better spent vacuuming other food stuffs. But man, them Koreans like everything spicy! Woh!

That was why when it was time to grill the thick slabs of samgyeopsal, we agreed not to use any of the spicy sauces anymore. Because it would just be overkill. How would we ever taste the goodness of the meat if we’d just go and burn those white fur on our tongues off? Nope, we’ll just eat it à la carte. Cut em up, wrap in lettuce, and chew… and repeat. Until our lungs could barely fill itself with air because our bodies were 50% food by then.

It was time for dessert.

 

They only had one thing on the dessert table, Italian Gelato. You’d think, “Hey! This is a Korean restaurant! Why would anyone serve dessert that comes from the other side of the world here?” Well, if you’ve spent more than an hour eating burning coals, a sticky and creamy glob of gelato would hit that bald spot on your tongue so good you’d come back for seconds… even though you’re already filled to your esophagus with food. It was that good. A real life-saver.

So I want to thank you, O anonymous manager of that Korean resto, for being such a compassionate and radical thinker.

But we didn’t stop there.

Because a few steps from the restaurant was another source of chewables: a Chocolate Factory. Not in a literal sense of course, but the stuff that comes out of their kitchen was unbelievaballs! I must stop myself from conjuring up the memory of the things on display, I’d just go crazy. How could so many good food gather in just one place!?

And so, even though we’ve had two bowls of dessert not just one minute ago, we ate slabs of Caramel Choco Crunch Clusters and a ball of White Coconut Haystack. The name itself already sounds good ain’t? Try biting into one.

I rest my case.