Korean Soju is the kind of place that you are delighted to find and eager to share – a real hole-in-the-wall with absolutely authentic ethnic flavours.
It is a real adventure, dining here. The wizened Mom and Pop that run the restaurant speak very little English, so one has to rely on the pictures on the menu and hand gestures and good faith in placing an order. But what emerged from the kitchen was a series of spicy delights. The umami mushrooms had a depth of flavour that was quite extraordinary – full of hints of anchovy and soya and daishi and other indefinable things. There is great satisfaction in assembling all the elements of bulgogi – pork and beef basted with a sweet soy sauce with chilli and other condiments in a crispy lettuce envelope. The bibimpap was also utterly delicious, the beef strips cooked on a hot stone plate at the table and then placed in a bowl with perfectly cooked rice, vegetables and topped with an egg, also cooked on the hot plate and then all mushed together in a feast of aroma and texture and taste. And it all tasted better as Mama-san explained in her broken English that the veggies came from her garden. There are no desserts.
The wine list is pretty basic and arbitrary, but there is a good selection of local and imported beers, and, if you are daring enough, bottles of soju – a distilled Korean liquor made from barley, rice or wheat, and which can pack a kick like a mule.
Service: Despite the language barrier, service flows pretty smoothly.
Ambience: It’s basic and brightly lit, as is the Korean custom, and there is a soap opera on the big screen TV with Korean subtitles, but it is fun and welcoming.
groups of adventurous friends looking to share new experiences that will become familiar, because it is a place to which you will want to return.
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