I never thought I’d say that, as I LOVE food to its core, but last night was one of the most frustrating experiences I’ve had in a long time. I was craving spicy Korean BBQ, so the boyfriend and I decided to try out Korean Hometown Restaurant, off of Convoy in the heart of Asian madness. The restaurant is in a plaza full of other Korean/Chinese shops…a couple karaoke studios, a smoky pool hall, bakeries and restaurants, and even a gaming cybercafe where you can play Counter-Strike (and yes, I’ve played there before!). All the signs are in Korean, so it was tough to figure out which restaurant it was, especially in the rain, but thankfully they did have small letters below the sign stating “Korean Hometown Restaurant.”
I was warned of this by Yelp reviewers, but one thing I was not warned of was that I would be pointing to menu items and communicating through nods and hand gestures. Our waitress, who also cooked our food, could barely speak a lick of English! It really couldn’t get more authentic than this! I had no idea that the beef bulgogi (bbq) came with all the kim chi (pickled vegetables) and rice I wanted. I attempted to ask, but all I got was gibberish and “yes…mm..no…mm…sorree” types of responses. I should have stopped right there and just made an order, but I went on the assumption that the bulgogi did not come with the stuff and proceeded to ask if the kim chi stew was an actual soup or just the pickled vegetables in the sauce. Again, similar responses. It didn’t help that I also asked about the seafood pancake but decided not to order it. As clearly as possible with a “let’s cancel everything I said before” hand gesture, I said, “OK, let’s start over. 1) Beef bulgogi, 2) Kim chi stew, 3) Rice with kim chi.” There! I felt like at least I would get kim chi in some form that I wanted! I had heard of the copious amounts of food they had there, but had no idea which came with which, until it all started to pile on.
First, the beef bulgogi DID come with all the small dishes of kim chi and rice. Wait, was that #1 and #3 off my list or does that normally come with the bulgogi? Then the stew came…ok, I ordered that…let’s try it! Delicious as well! I figured, perfect, got all 3 things I ordered. Theeeeen the pancake came. Oh boy, I remember saying “let’s cancel that and start over.” As politely as I could, I said, “I’m sorry, I did not order this, but that’s ok, I’ll pay for it. No more food right?” And a confused look glazes over her and she nods and smiles. A few minutes later, out comes the rice and stew. OH MY GOODNESS! I had no more words as those definitely didn’t help. Instead, I grabbed my face in a rather FOB-like way and crinkled my forehead thinking, “How did I f*ck this up so much?!?!?!?!” A couple sitting nearby, a Korean woman and American man, had overheard and seen what was going on and was so kind to take this plate off our hands and buy the dish, as they had absolutely loved the food (and must have realized bulgogi DOES come with all the extras). Had the hand-made crayon and marker menu stated this, all confusion would have been averted! Mind you, the menu was in perfect English and rather neat, with pasted in pictures of the dishes…bulgogi sans extra dishes!!! Methinks it was probably a son or daughter who created the menu. Where was he/she?!?!
I stared at our table. Not one piece of it wasn’t covered with a dish. To be fair, she did technically bring out everything I ordered, but the pancake was extra. I felt horrible that from Asian person to another Asian person, communication had failed. I didn’t think these kinds of things happened anymore. My head was spinning with questions. Why was I so ignorant? Why is there a restaurant that can’t answer questions about their menu? Why did I have to ask so many things?! ARGH! Why does this kind of miscommunication happen mainly with Asian people? I go to the nail salon, and it’s a similar experience, but they at least know the basics where they can hold a generic conversation and understand if I want French manicure vs. a solid color. But if I go to an authentic Italian restaurant or a Mexican one, which is everywhere, it’s not nearly as rough of a time. I have grown up with language barrier issues as I always had to translate for my mom and I could tell people were frustrated with her broken English. I was upset at myself that I couldn’t handle this situation better. It makes me wonder if I’ve assimilated so much to American culture that it’s hard for me to accept it when others can’t speak English. I think if you are a business and are able to draw American customers, you should at least have the basics down. What are your thoughts?
Finally, I have to say, the food was delicious, and that was what I was looking for, so mission accomplished. I do recommend this restaurant, but know beforehand what you want. It will make the experience significantly better! Time to heat up that seafood pancake for breakfast!
) on the highway and wait…what did you say, Garmin? Continue on 163-S for another 1 mile? NOOOO…the highway is splitting and going to the 5. SH*T. Must switch lanes or will REAAAAAAALLY miss guest list. Left signal is on, lane is clear, move towards left lane. BOOM BAM BOOM BAM #$!^% SWERVE SWERVE SWERVE BOOOOOOOOOOOM. Car stops. Car is banked on the brick median at a 45 degree angle. Yeah, that concrete median….they just put that there yesterday. 
Alas, the major update has finally arrived…four months into the journey! As most of you already know, I am yet another east-to-west-coast convert. If you couldn’t tell from the ridiculously hilarious yet very real road sign, I’m in America’s Finest City — San Diego, CA! And that’s no exaggeration, it actually is nicknamed that and completely lives up to it. Don’t let the fleeing Mexicans fool you. 
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